Saturday, January 10, 2015

Love's Distraction

 
Love, a winters’ vine
Survived two seasons, then
Bowed, withered and expired

Love started with a kiss
Then silently and seductively
It strangled

Love promised bliss
Sweet nectar of the gods
But scorched and parched

Love gave companionship
Loneliness banished along
With the self

Searching for another
To distract us from our distraction
We call it love

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