Grey ashes...Passion's out...Fire's dead...
I wish I had a fate a bit more soften...
Of me, you think more seldom, dear friend,
But I - quite the reverse - do think more often
The proverb says, love cannot be compelled
Forgive, forget...are things that I would want
But heart and soul are in bonds...like spelled...
I love...I DO! as much as you do not
Your poem is appreciated by me since it shows the tragedy of love. At least, this is my personal point of view. THe title is strongly appropriate and suitable. I wish you further success and good luck!
Thank You Sveta for your kind words! It's very important for me to know, that people can read my tragedy in this poem...feel it.
Thank you once more!!!..and You ARE always welcome!!
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