My Lady

My lost lady,
where are you to be found?
I left you where I thought you to be safe,
only to be left with the space you once filled,
only to be left without the chance of goodbye,
only to be left with memories of cherished past.
My perfect lady,
will I ever be with you again?
Will I ever gaze upon your symmetrical beauty?
Will I ever embrace the comfort of your touch?
Will I ever smell that sweet smell only I know so well,
and only I, who know it as you, my flower lady?
My helpless lady,
what have they done with you?
Are you being treated with care,
I fear otherwise.
Are you being stripped of your belongings,
your vitality?
I pray, at the most, you're merely helping another,
and I pray you'll hold strong,
and not left to disrespectful hands of yet another.
My neglected lady,
Was this of my doing?
I feel locked by guilt,
and holding the key are the memories of recent neglect,
of minimal time together during late months passed,
because I kept relying on you, yet stopped respecting you,
and left you often to the scheming, prying eyes of others.
Others who desired your company as often as I once did.

And now you are gone, and I am alone.
My ever, ever so needed lady.