A fire now burns
but not for you,
Your wax-like heart
melts within view.
All studded skies
with lighted mire,
Soon shall fade
as love expires.
Deeper shallows
sink farther still,
And on you tread
by wanton will.
In sullen search
of waning woes,
Embrace the rush
of hidden lows.
And all succumb
under life's haze,
A-search but lost
in love's long maze.
2005
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