Angelic or Abandoned Words Poetry Contest Sponsor Constance La France 1st Place
Where is the love you promised us always? Eternal love is cast out of heaven for the angelic it seems—Quote by poetess
It burns deeply knowing our ways of love aren’t angelic Love’s awe emerges then torn apart as old as a Christian relic It seems true that blessed love can only abide in its eternal among the angels above and only in the purest spirits We mortals find the gift of love can be difficult at best Echoing passions of no forevers with no peace or rest Awaiting parting and its end with such sweet sorrows Pink coral sunsets no longer signs of golden tomorrows To paraphrase Shakespeare’s sonnet, love which burns brightest tends to dim the quickest, coal rakes and it churns inside informing me that our ways of love are not angelic Just to discover true love is as rare as a lost and sacred relic I cringe to think I shall learn to live for lovesick lies drunk on the poisonous drops that make broken wings the price
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