Lingering

Had but a moment lingered in my mind
Of beauty, warmth, or joy, I had not done it.
But all that came was days when you, unkind,
Were cruel to me. So since I had begun it,
I let it finish, and destroy us all.
You were so perfect once. Where did that go?
Were you another Eve, that you should fall
And I an Adam, that followed you so?
Or was it but another incidence
Of my tomfoolery and your mere folly
That took a negative from innocence
And made it evil? We were both so jolly
And now all smiles have stopped. In such a mind
I did it; and it did what I designed.