Love Rekindled

Stoking burning coals and ashes
Hearing broken heart’s dirges
I cry out in pain, will all be in vain
Can I not taste heaven, once again

Aborted love affair was sweet at first
Canker of doubt made it accursed
In love, feed not on flimsy suspicions
They’ll scotch and cool hottest passions
Forsaken and spurned, I pleaded innocence
Jealousy was hell bent on wreaking vengeance
Abandoned cruelly mid stream sans love’s oar
I crawled and swam painfully, reaching ashore
Stoking burning coals and ashes
Hearing broken heart’s dirges
I cry out in pain, will all be in vain
Can I not taste heaven once again
Seasons of life come, stay awhile and go
Fall, winter of solitude will also get a heave-ho
Summer, spring will come knocking my door
Love will surely bloom in an encore once more
Salvaging fiery love embers in burning coals
I blow hopefully to rekindle love and cajole
My broken heart, to give hope another chance
Relive life once more with love and romance

Stoking burning coals and ashes
Hearing broken heart’s dirges
I cry out in pain, will all be in vain
Can I not taste heaven once again

Lovers may be — and indeed generally are —
enemies, but they never can be friends, because
there must always be a spice of jealousy and a
something of Self in all their speculations.
Lord Byron
1788-1824, British Poet

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.
Helen Rowland
1875-1950, American Journalist

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or,
if that cannot be, entirely wretched.
Jean De La BruyFre
1645-1696, French Classical Writer

 
 

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