Languishing Prose Poem by Sean S

Languishing Prose

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Her beauty struck me,
As lightning strikes a pole,
But despite the ardent spark, it was hard to see,
How she felt about me, leaving my heart an empty hole.

Like a ravine transverses the crust
of the Earth,
Her wisdom had yet to rust,
and her knowledge has boundless girth.

I sat enthralled, as many men
have been-
She proclaimed to me she could not love again,
Were my efforts all in vain?

I pondered, how could two connect
on a level as deep as one,
Left me stupified and without a clue to suspect-
but a 'No' was never spoken, so my work is not yet done.

For even the most
convinced of souls,
have nothing left to boast-
when their own heart is full of holes.

Holes left by another,
who was not careful with you, the fragile tender rose.
Perhaps I can convince her to forget the memories of the previous which she has tried to smother,
With these simple lines of prose.

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