Love's Exquisite Flame
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Your lonely life is the Devil's jest,
laughing at your heart's unanswered call.
And although you tried your very best,
the odds of finding lost love were small.
Accepting hate as a form of love,
depression numbs your rejected heart.
And you lose faith in a God above,
placing the blame on hope's naive start.
Burning within love's exquisite flame,
fragmented memories failed to last.
A sleeping warrior reaps no fame,
reliving battles lost to the past.
Admonishing love with bated breath,
you live on the edge of forbidden thrills.
And taking pleasure in taunting death,
you trade liquid fire for magic pills.
Life's horizon draws your troubled soul
toward the shadows, away from light.
And levies an emotional toll,
even though you think all’s going right.
(Quatrain)
4/17/2017
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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