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Old lovers – they smolder, But new flames burn; (Melded and Molten, Alloyed and Emboldened) together, they solder - all that I wished to discern. In slow heat, in simmering embers The mind cherishes, what the body remembers. But in a warming blaze In a fleeting phase To ashes, to ashes! My will - surrenders. Up in flames! In plumes, in fumes! You scorch, you scald, you willfully consume! But I admire your fire, Your fury, your desire, extinguished too soon upon our unlit pyre. Warm my home, my hearth My Heart! Warn my heart -- it is worn.
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
The Heart is an ***** of Fire
Old lovers – they smolder, But new flames burn; (Melded and Molten, Alloyed and Emboldened) together, they solder - all that I wished to discern. In slow heat, in simmering embers The mind cherishes, what the body remembers. But in a warming blaze In a fleeting phase To ashes, to ashes! My will - surrenders. Up in flames! In plumes, in fumes! You scorch, you scald, you willfully consume! But I admire your fire, Your fury, your desire, extinguished too soon upon our unlit pyre. Warm my home, my hearth My Heart! Warn my heart -- it is worn.
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
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