Intense Love Diluted In Lukewarm Flame Poem by Terence George Craddock

the one we believe in
can fall from the pedestal
we placed them upon

perhaps we see
reflective the love
in our own hearts

the purified beauty
in our own sincerity
the truth of our own nobility

sometimes we reflect
our own beauty within
upon hearts which cannot love

cannot give
the tragedy
of such intensity

is in the heart
which can only love
with deep giving longing

mismatched with a heart
which cannot love or give except
as a small lukewarm flame


Copyright © Terence George Craddock