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Love
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love. Sophocles, Greek Poet
Oh, to hear the word love softly spoken
From one I hold precious, so very dear
He now has new love, feeling quite broken
My question is "was he ever sincere"?
Decades flew by as I revelled in love
When to him it was just a parody
Never once questioned his sincerity
Thinking myself his best beloved
Broken heart is such painful condition
Shattered shards of desire love's cruel game
Every breath infused with passionate pain
True cavalier suffers no contrition.
One day when this flame does not burn so bright
Will pick myself up and future rewrite.
Copyright ©
Delice Arleen Skelly
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