Anthony Degilio Poems

Love, what is it?
Love is but a story,
Ripe with never ending glory,
Though love is a disease,
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As the snow falls,
The memories rush in and fade,
Oh, how I wish they would've stayed,
In these glistening halls,
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Oh, it is the sword of utmost legends,
Some say it was descended from thy heavens,
As the wielder of it gained impenetrable powers,
And could battle and battle for endless hours,
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Gaze upon thy heavens on this darkness-filled night,
For sanctuary will be seen in the beacon of light,
However so small that beacon may be,
Even so it feels like a dropp in endless sea,
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Thy monstrous beast flew faster with wings afire,
Settling on smouldering perches forever higher,
Soon it hovers high enough to overlook the earth,
Under which lies humanity in its wasteful girth,
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Beautiful as nature and just as serene,
Eyes brighter then a thousand lamps of kerosene,
Skin so flawless and soft to touch,
Like an artistic painting, perfect and such,
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Jewels, gold and gems, oh what strength they posses,
Yet only to greed and illusions of avarice must they confess,
They can mend broken hearts, though only so little,
As to procure a pardon from their lover; unjustified acquittal,
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Nature, thy double-edged sword,
The serene and peaceful hallowed fjord,
Teeming with life and everlasting light,
That lasts well into the dark of night,
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Forgive me for what I have done,
Oh blissful morning sun,
For I destroyed a love so great,
I wish for my painful fate,
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Through a hail of bullets and guns blazing,
Ran a young man, oh the sight was amazing,
Helping his downed comrade back to feet his feet,
And flighted him half way down the bombarded street,
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