Pastel Shade

Cascades of promises washed over me:
What you would do, if I would just forsake
All other loves, what you would undertake
To prove your worthiness, what I would see:
Dreams would come true, the apples on a tree
Leap into pies no one would have to bake,
We'd find ourselves relaxing by a lake
In cool, pastel shade, kissing fitfully.

It isn't that I wished for better things,
Or hoped somebody sweeter would arrive
The moment you had gone. I wasn't five,
And I know all too well that love has wings
Only to fly away. These aren't mood swings,
Just hard thinking about being alive.