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there is no pain as bad as love's own death
when gone is the euphoric ecstasy
when joy of torrid love exhaled in breath
becomes the silent hum of constancy

no requiem so mournful can be heard
than that of passion, harnessed by mundane
when heart and spirit know love's been deferred
to someone in the wings who's not as plain

In quiet stillness, tears no solace bring
the memory of the past as tyrant reigns
and kiss, half-hearted, only serves to sting
what once was deemed caresses, now are stains

No other pain can pierce a lover's heart
than knowing soon the loved one will depart

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Before it's final breath has gone above
One needs to find the will to fight for love

Remember times that made the heart to beat
what made the eyes to drink in and devour
to reignite what once brought searing heat
exposing love to resurrection power

speak words of affirmation, words of praise
do not allow the wayward glance to pain
hold on to what was good, the best of days
and free the wounded pride from rusted chain

show once again to lover, wholesome grace
forgive the hurt and adoration give
then lavish all your love, leave not a trace
and see how dying love will bloom and live

Eileen Manassian

I love rhyming and I love sonnets. I'm thinking of making a new form...the inverted sonnet. I think it's pretty simple what I've done. What do you think?

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