#WritcoPoemPrompt48
Vivid is the day in my head,
When my vision became blurred,
Focused eyes on you alone.

I never saw the change,
As the rose-tinted glasses
were placed over my eyes.
Now every action you took,
Was done with elegance,
And every word you spoke,
Struck chords in my ears.

And when the punches came,
I saw them as acts of...