The Flame Within
Not to cry for years outlaid
For which my memories have paid
The tears now shed in fond replay
Of every youthful, carefree day
Nor to live for hours past
In mad pursuit of love to last
The glory days of satin skin
Of muscled curves, the flame within
But to seek the road ahead
To prick the thorns, to taste the bread
To not forget, yet to let go
And love the life I’ve come to know
How does one now reconcile
A flame now living in exile
For though it burns in white hot spark
The world sees only what’s gone dark
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2021
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