We met with renewed hope
And great desires
Nurtured the fires of love
To fuse our hearts.
The great love we lived
One I wanted intensified
To the point beyond the
Average.
We did. We both did.
For years we drove the
Arrows of love and deceit
Deeper into our flesh
Thorns of sweetness and
Great pain.
As soon as love feels great
It’s already doomed
Gliding towards the drama
Of an end
And already you search
For a new one.
For there is in the stove of
Passion
Although still cooled down
Yet a chance
To be stirred up to a new
Glow
Or so she’d promised.
But even if love at an
Advanced age is something
Out of the ordinary
It may happen once again.
LateLove.evoLetaL

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ZJG-POetry’18.