People told me that love bloomed in spring,
The pollen of passion spread around,
That sweet love of ours soared on wings,
So free, so light and unbound,
The petals of our love bloomed a vibrant violet and white,
The green of your love appeared so lush,
Our love was as bright as the day, as luminous as the night,
Your name in my ear, the song of the thrush,
People told me that passion burned in summers,
A flame so insatiable and bright,
That at a word from her,
Our passion set the world alight,
Our hunger kept us close,
I was the fuel, you were the fire,
Our passion had no woes,
It took us higher, and higher and higher...
Yet
No one mentioned that our love would sink in fall,
By fate and destiny in the hand of the devisor,
Our compassion would grow small and small,
Without both of us any the wiser,
Our love would split apart,
A fleeting summer's fancy,
No longer would you label me your heart,
Gone were our dreams of couples and fiancée,
No one mentioned that our passion froze in winter,
The flowers of our love now wither and die,
Our love the flesh, your betrayal a splinter,
The cold froze my heart after your goodbye,
No one mentioned it hurt so much,
The blade of your betrayal brought forth no blood,
Yet, I still yearned for your touch,
Even as my salty tears drowned me in my own flood
And thus, was completed,
The cycle of our short love
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A Poem Called Life
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