Flames rising higher, flaring out brighter and hotter, senses
picking up on them.
Intensifying desires of love, spiraling them into infinity
where there is no likelihood of them ever being satisfied.
All perfectly in alignment, nothing to mar the outcome of
everlasting feelings in another time when love actually
mattered in a sphere of memorable desires.
Now silently just watching, even the embers dying down,
forever being put down into ashes, never to be held by senses
of heart or mind.
Lessening spirits of an energizing love from the past, now
putting it to rest for an eternity at last, nothing more to
be said about any particle of it.
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