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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required With a forgotten desire to light up the night Flickering embers of passion untold Like stars at night are lost to day Like a bird first to perch and later take flight So is life a mystery never to unfold Bringing more to do and much more to say Has it not been that love does rekindle Why surrender to time and take new turn Why share memories so sooner forgotten Is it not waste to ignite a candle If after the night it melts and burns Me think love food not wanted once eaten Why bind a woman with the smallest prison And upon her shoulders place obligations and duty If first her heart she never did offer Let her unfaithfulness battle first with reason With another in heart your love is vanity Her body she gives but her soul must suffer If love was generous and justly fair Why give to others what we need not best Countless are men who profess falsehood To build up illusions ever so bare They break old eggs to seek new nests The treacherous trait of selfish manhood Why pretend to be what we are not Journey through life to return back To comb the circumference of this sphere Yet sell selves for less a penny bought Taking steps forward to be taken aback Oblivious to reasons like when, what and where From dust came we why think us pure Our hearts so small to love but we A stain to spring yet purer than mud We own no shell at the seashore Sometimes what should may never be Can a man love another more?
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