The Robber Rosegroom (Prose)

I saw you in the gardens of my dreams…
There you were, stealing a rose while I slept.
Withdrawn…
Diverted…
Distant…
Yes, I saw you there…
while swirling…
from the house where our love,
before it became a simple affair,
perched, then flew and gone wherever the wind blew.
From then on, misshapen, it swirled about...
with the lamenting and tempestuous breeze of my slumbering affliction.