Shadows haunt the hearth with passion’s decline;
gloom hugs cornices and curtains block the light,
yet hope ever beats in love’s blessed shrine.
Silence’s been louder the past Valentine’s;
nothing’s colder than a cup of lost fight .
Shadows haunt the hearth as passion declines.
Myrtles line life’s pathways with colubrine;
lovers used to look forward to each night.
Still, hope ever beats in love’s blessed shrine.
Yet two lives will for always entwine
when both hearts pray for each to reach new heights
as shadows haunt with passion’s slow decline.
The memory of what each meant defines
an image of a future that’s still bright
as hope ever beats in love’s blessed shrine.
The thought of what could be this Valentine's
a step back to romance and such charmed sight.
Shadows may haunt with passion’s slow decline,
yet hope ever beats in love’s blessed shrine.
04 February, 2016
For Valentine Villanelle Challenge
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