Intuitive Tarot

I couldn't see you Old.
At fifty, you still had that Glamorous Gift.
You died at your Zenith.
Your Sorrows and your Joys
Your Loves and your Fears
Merged in Hasty Death.
And as your Legend Ever Lives
You leave with It
Your Perfumed Fragrance.

Too innocent for this world.
Of gentle voice and manners mild.
A hybrid of colour.
Exploding the universe with dazzling splendour.

Elegant, bizarre, mesmerising.
With beauty and full of bounty.

This is who you were to me.
Though I scarcely knew it at the time.

A loving soul, tender.
Of aspirations high and talent great.

A One Off.
Forever lost.