When Words Falls In Love
"Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself."
(from: A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, by Mark Twain)
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Should old romantic souls bind their hearts with chains of cynicism?
Should waves of hope and troughs of disappointment
be banished as though an ocean of beating hearts no longer exists?
We are but fading sunlight, common shades of gray.
Convicted of this inescapable reality are we sentenced to forsake pleasurable thoughts which stir pleasurable memories?
Should desire be a vapor we are not allowed to grasp?
Fires still smolder in old minds though touch is desensitized by scars, years, age and distance,
but a heart is forever young.
We may never see the pictures in our minds, but shall we refuse to surrender our visions? At least until death closes the door?
Let us always stare boldly into the fire although we know
passion's flame may blind us.
What else can we do
when words fall in love?
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