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It melts with passions desire, yet it remains icy crisp
Blushes romantic pulse, beating within crystal blue eyes
Sighs hushed whisper yearning to be heard, but lies frozen amidst
A mid-nights summer breeze.
Dreams scarf scented in lavenders spice, a token held in stances freeze,
In a photo album of human remembrances.
Tender are the leaves of rose petals, gathered in the garden of
The inner heart of innocence, sheered chipping’s of ice, cut from
A fragile diamond core of betrayal.
Poor is the dove whom wings have been clipped by youthful regrets,
Without flights ascension, it is an earth bound beauty,
Left weeping beneath a canvas of a million shimmering stars.
Pressed is a gentleman’s glove, a promise of yesterday’s tomorrows,
A folded treasure of bygones for-get-me-knots cast asunder,
Unto the winds of a destiny without tethering’s anchor.
Weaved in grasses of thorny prongs, are the crowning rings
Of secret lovers forbidden, deceivers of truth,
Blind children of the fables folly, whom are forced
Into the light of reality, and are left to crouch in
The shadows of illuminated delusions, screaming
Wailing, why has love betrayed me so?
Cold, cold the wintery snow, a bitters harvest
Frost biting at the inner soul and leaving
All the latches welded shout, refusing entry
To any outsider to partake in the loving
That which dwelt once within.
Hells flame in white heats passion,
Singes at the layers of the tainted being,
She moves in grace and beauty, but chills
With the eyes of extinguishes igniting feeling,
For inside she’s the widow of betrayals
Burnt embers storm.
What is fragile, the definition of tenderness,
The living essence of humanity, the emotional
Organ called the heart, it beats but does it live,
Nay in the cold, it freezes untouched, frozen
In the mid-thump, thumping, torn asunder
Nothing left now except a chills response.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN