Who Are You? Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I once loved a girl of similar beauty,
Her features flowed with a simple gradation of still and passive simplicity.
There, in the multitude of memories, she dies.
Her former harmonies now silent enough to draw a sigh.
She is no more.
And she is not you.
In fact, to love you as though I was continuing to love her would be treason;
For it would dishonor her memory and put you to shame.
I once loved a girl of similar beauty,
With a radiance from within.
But you have no glow,
You shine like iron pyrite,
And are worthless as sin.