my
true
love
when
I
was
fourteen
I
never
grew
old
I
never
lost
the
youthful
excitement
and
joy
I
had
for
life
because
my
hand
was
always
tightly
held
in
his
and
I
only
had
to
turn
my
head
to
look
into
the
face
of
love

but
then
his
hand
slipped
from
mine
into
Death’s
and
my
mirror
shattered
the
spell
was
broken
and
I
watched
helplessly
as
my
youth
bleed
out
in
front
of
me
leaving
behind
only
shards
of
glass
and
dust