Life’s Theatre

When the curtains opened,
Love was waiting in the wings,
It took centre stage,
Bowed to its admirers,
Exited right,
Never to reappear,
Leaving elephantine memories impossible to forget,
The euphoria that rose like iridescent champagne bubbles of hope,
Which even peacock feather of immortality could not preserve,
Red roses turned to black,
Shared passion and moonlight encrusted moments noted in Life's book,
Along with hugs and kisses carefully wrapped in tissue paper,
Stored in a chest,
Only to be taken out, and admired, on Life’s winter nights,
But Love had disconnected itself and abandoned the human puppet that it had,
Once upon a time,
Cast in the role of a romantic heroine.