dead magical moment

Was it a curse 
Meeting you on those golden shores
Of sublime dawns that bless 
When my affection passion no longer flows?

Was it a hex 
Having the wonderful waves caress 
Our legs afore ebbing into the sparkling waters
As we stood on those super sands

That I should consider the waning waves 
Had my love zeal, my love will waned?
Never to love again? Never to clasp beauty
Again?

My heart is love devoid, oh, my love; a skeleton
Of former passions.
The fragrant floret I plucked for you 

Is wrinkled,
And no other is able to resuscitate it 
No matter the watering!