Omnia Vincit Amor

Walking on this desperate street Trodden by hasty shoes Of passersby who do not notice How lonesome the stones beneath are Anger and joy, shame and sorrow Have carved emotions On the faces that pass And fade into darkness Now sitting on a rusty bench My eyes fly far to grasp Every ounce of affection that eyes Bestow on dying flames within me There an angelic figure halts And lets the velvet look of those Delved-in-black eyes Penetrate the depth of my soul And out of the delicate ashes Left from a burnt and shattered heart A once-frozen fire is lit anew. Blocked veins surrender to the flooding Force of life which flows To quench each cell’s thirst For the burning nectar Of love…