There is no way out
of this love affair.
It’s a thing of beauty.
It’s so rare.
And if there were
would I exit it
with a lamp in my hand
that’s dimly lit?
I would damper it
so the flicker’d be gone
and let the love
go on and on.
I’d search the dark
to find my way back
and hold you close
as to not feel the lack.
There is no way out
of this love affair
until I’m extinguished
from lack of air.
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