Was it True Love

As Burning fire
As morning sunshine
As blooming flower
So hot
So Vivid
So passionate
So lustful
So sincere
And so successful
In the beginning we were. 

As we turned closer
As we kissed each other
As we held one another
So deadly
So wildly
So madly
So hysterically
So excitedly
And so hungrily
Finally fuel-less we were.

As the fire went extinguished
As the feeling went loveless
As we were obstructed
So badly
So shoddily
So meanly
So unkindly
So carelessly
And so poorly
Behaved and estranged we were.

As the eyes went dim
As the ears went dumb
As the hearts went sealed
So coldly
So frighteningly
So discretely
So immorally
So cruelly
And so coldly
And only vestiges our lives were.

But I think its not truth
But I think its not reality
But I think It’s the verity
So honest
so true
So warm
So fascinating
So captivating
And so tender
Is my love 
Is my heart
Is my feeling
Only you lingered in some one else s arms
Only you because saw life in caravan
only you went for new contraption
And threw me into the piles of scraps
My dear, was it really the true love?