Romance Snuffed Out

‘Please write on me’, She implored He had been lured By her charms And the writings Had come out A deluge Nary a day She would go away From his works Though the embers Still lurk And refuse to die The ink Has gone dry Those quarrels Those entreaties Those fights Those make-ups And then Those flights of fancy Those compositions With hidden meanings Which no one could see Now all seems A distant past The relationship Fast forwarded Consummated Reaching conclusion Destination arrived The physical Triumphing over emotional The ‘too much, too soon’ Love phenomenon Of today Once more snuffing out The quiet mystery of Slow romance