Heat of Heart
Love that's born from the shadow of the past
Some have thought that its verve would ever last
But the spell of the hands of destiny
Took the life of Cleopatra and Anthony
One might think that those who are in power
Could make the fierce hand of destiny cower
But even the mighty Ceasar was slain
He never thought that his own ghost was his villain
For the heat of the heart without its ember
Is like a ghost in the cold night of November
Those who play with heart's flaws will soon decay
Those who'll light its flame first may come to stay
Those who cheat the heat of heart in name of glory
Will soon face the blind eyes of raging fury
But a heart tamed by spark will forever glow
Its heat will melt the cold of night so love will flow
April 21, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1210 Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Brian Strand
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