The fool would soon taste wild blood
Love’s power game would have tomorrow
When yesterday felt the morning fire
The ache was the kiss of perfection

There he lay, on the bench in the park.  He had been searching for her all day, but all for no prevail.  She was gone, and his heart was with her.
The bite on his lip still stung.  In quiet desperation, he ran his tongue over it, hoping that he could still taste her beauty on it.  Instead, he only tasted his own blood dried over the wound.
Love had taken his future, his tomorrow.  Even having known this then, that his last day was yesterday, he would have tried to win her.  Win her heart and love and spend his wasted eternity with her instead of lay in ruin like he was now.
That sweet yesterday was like a long-since past memory to him now.  Her passionate kiss of yesterday’s morning was nothing more than a pain on his lips now.  She had left him while he was helpless, leaving no trace of her love but the bite mark that had left him hoping.
The sky grew dark with Twilight’s shadow, but he did not get up to go home.  He could still smell her sweet fragrance, feel her lips and hair, and see his longing to keep her there with him forever.

She was a naked surreal burn of music
His lacy sun blossom
Over a dark chocolate garden
She wore a gown spun from 2000 shadows
Dreamed only on a desert moon
She is lost to time’s mad tendril

Why did she have to be so beautiful?  The spell her wonderful, enticing being had put upon him was ultra-violet pain, a shadow cast by Venus herself!  He was following the hurt he had loved so much, the pain he would have given up everything a man could earn for her.  
His heart throbbed as his first tears since becoming a man fell from his weary eyes.  She was perfect, and he wanted her too much to give up on her now though she had done so on him.

Woman is the secret root to
Man’s perfect desire