Once Lust, Now Loathe

Who knew such love could erupt into such loathe?
A joy more than explicable suddenly burns my cheeks with malice...
A once tranquil presence only thrusts me into a disdainful low

Beauty once 'afore now skewed into hate,
Pressing a cold point into this chest,
For me, love long awaited is waited too late

Formerly a day, latterly weeks crawl by,
And I wish only for freedom
As malevolent clouds grow nigh

She stole my heart and brought me to a lovely land,
Then turned black, thrusting me into yon tempest,
With my heart still in hand..