Leila

She heard her name upon the wind;
His voice calling out in vain,
Little did he know that she was forever lost,
He would never hear from her again.

"Goodbye, my love," she whispered to no one.

She ran away, her tears flowing like rain
As she left behind a life of joy and pain,
The memories of what they shared
To be washed away by the cleansing sea.

She knew that all was as it should be.

She was gone; he saw the circlet of gold
Glittering in the sand, abandoned and cold.
He crumpled where he stood, a fallen man
Deprived of his angel, his devil, his love.

Only the scent of her perfume remained,
Then it disappeared without a trace,
Replaced by the cruel ocean mist.