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Omnia Vincit Amor
Walking on this desperate street
Trodden by hasty shoes
Of passersby who do not notice
How lonesome the stones beneath are
Anger and joy, shame and sorrow
Have carved emotions
On the faces that pass
And fade into darkness
Now sitting on a rusty bench
My eyes fly far to grasp
Every ounce of affection that eyes
Bestow on dying flames within me
There an angelic figure halts
And lets the velvet look of those
Delved-in-black eyes
Penetrate the depth of my soul
And out of the delicate ashes
Left from a burnt and shattered heart
A once-frozen fire is lit anew.
Blocked veins surrender to the flooding
Force of life which flows
To quench each cell’s thirst
For the burning nectar
Of love…
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