Fire and ice forlorn to love's own
heart-break, Is only time's measurment of
what may be to have lost, and what is at
stake! Hence forth-right is balked at one's
out stretched grasp, Forever and ever, as
only far as love's insight can be ever
so crasp! Jealousy and hatred is
whole heartedly ascended, One's own love
is wanting of intentional desire, as well
as haphazard and oh so amended!
Flushed in faces of loved one's own
desire, Anger and frustation is imbedded
into one's own misrepresented envy and
id like ire! Fate as always, may lend a
hand, In the end, our love will forever
in time, still reign and stand!
Michael Jeffrey Gale
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