"she left me"

She departed, leaving me bereft, without a reason or a trace, The most enchanting soul I'd ever known, vanished without a hint of grace. Oh, how I adored her, with every fiber of my being, every beat of my heart, Her beauty was a spell that bound me, her flirting, a gentle art. Our whimsical conversations, now mere memories, bring tears to my eyes, A bittersweet reminder of what we had, and what we've become, a distant goodbye. If fate allows us to meet again, I'll ask, with a trembling voice, Why she left without a word, without a care, did she not feel the weight of my devotion? But even in her absence, a part of me refuses to condemn, For that piece of my heart still belongs to her, yearning to forgive, to love again. If only she knew the depth of my passion, the rhythm of my heart's refrain, Perhaps she would have stayed, perhaps our love would have remained, a love so true, so pure, so vain.