Like morning glory, love in June the rapture of mid-afternoon, romance of which the ancients wrote, our passion had no antidote. And with the dusk, though scarlet tinged, our love began to come unhinged, for clouds arrived, which filled your eyes, extinguishing bright twilight skies. With cold of night came shadows’ pall, and I could not tear down your wall. By midnight’s hour, the fire was dead. Mere ashes smoldered in its stead. You left, and should you reappear, I’ve vowed to shun you. Now I fear the very thing for which I yearn one touch, and then again, I burn. #poetrylove
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 15:41:17 +0000
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