Old Love
The flames of the fire of our love
may have abated and subsided
but its embers still menacingly glow
and from time to time it's re-ignited
searing through us like lava's hot flow
until by joy fulfilled and delighted
it flickers, returning, mellowing slow,
into its normal pedestrian groove.
Copyright © David De La Croes | Year Posted 2013
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