Dead Magical Moment
Was it a curse
Meeting you on those golden shores
Of sublime dawns that bless
When my affection passion no longer flows?
Was it a hex
Having the wonderful waves caress
Our legs afore ebbing into the sparkling waters
As we stood on those super sands
That I should consider the waning waves
Had my love zeal, my love will waned?
Never to love again? Never to clasp beauty
Again?
My heart is love devoid, oh, my love; a skeleton
Of former passions.
The fragrant floret I plucked for you
Is wrinkled,
And no other is able to resuscitate it
No matter the watering!
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