Cruel, Cruel Love - Poem by Night Flyer
A bank of mists burns scarlet gold
Across the dusk in Autumn skies
As sunset glows with colors bold
The emptiness within me cries.
How deeper would these colors shine
To watch this scene 'tween loving arms
And feel the warmth of lips divine
Across my brow, romantic charms.
And what I'd give if I could find
That girl with eyes that softly gleam
She smiles at me within my mind
But fades away just like a dream.
Somewhere out there, lovers embrace
In pastel rooms with candlelight
Neath crumpled sheets of velvet lace
Their passion echoes through the night.
But here for me, a wretched poem
To cry out to the empty sky
And to the Moon as I drift home
Oh cruel, cruel Love, you've passed me by!
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