Ode to the lost soulmate

The world is round my dear,
And my regrets spin around my head like serpent,
In the midst of dark I grope for you,
And the true tender moments we spent,
Very banal, but what in the world they meant!
Everything for that time,
I look for you in my heart for the wounds you might have inflicted,
But despair to find how easy you went,
Like august light, so pure and bright,
You are gleaming and beaming with hope,
And progess and happiness,
While I lament in the shadows of your memories,
Which could have been the light of my life