Love?

Love,
The invisible dark,
A fire that grows to burn,
The greatest thief to get away,
With a heart or two; or maybe more.

Ashes,
The tender remains that heal your tears,
The darkness that devours,
Stings the skin of our souls,
The remains that sink deeper than blood.

Love,
A reaper among the angels,
It burns, burns until nothing left,
Invisible till it finds you weak,
It gained a word as a mask,
Love…





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