Wilting Flower Of Love

January 10, 2010
Nights when love was once pure.
Seem only to wilt under the moon.
Cruel to never know a cure.

The petals of love fall in swoon.
Each kiss is taken away by the wind.
How can the heart be attune?

Falling into a state of chagrined.
Love, my dearest romantic flower,
Alas tainted by the sinned.

Awaiting for the finial hour.
Could there be hope for love?
If so, let it please empower.

I will go beyond and above,
To nourish all possible hope.
This cannot be the end for love.

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