Richard Ritacco Poems

Love can be a pointless thorn
Piercing innermost sanctity
Love can also mean cherishing those
moments without you
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Let time harken to its master yet
Bearing an open heart to a closed mind
Engage that gray mass, less malice and regret
Remorseful be he who leaves nothing behind. Deaden the hate which becomes a burning fuse
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Oh will our love through seasons
last;
Not spiteful lest we'll make it
past.
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