Infatuation Nation
like that of a fly,
a short lived burst.
the passion i can’t deny,
will live on until i die.
that rekindle of love,
did feel familiar.
in a spirit of a dove,
restored to silver.
an orchestra sang,
while you honed in.
this anchor i hang,
waited from within.
that infatuation nation,
i did live in,
called me to an isolation.
never forgiven.
faded to else unknown,
in my weeping requiem.
a trophy on my throne,
is all that’s left of him.
vanished until i cannot see,
you ought to trap me in rhyme.
like a stardust relishing me,
a fly will flap for the last time.
lost, as i take my ration,
I pray my final sigh.
In the nation of compassion,
I say my final goodbye.
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