We burned white-hot, consuming all around us
as our love intensified.
Soaring like eagles, the two of us reached
dizzying heights that few dare dream of.
Like Icarus, we flew too close to the sun
and our love couldn't withstand the flames
created by our descent.
The end came suddenly, the funeral pyre
fanned by lies, accusations and mistrust.
No love could thrive in that negative cage
and ours was no different. It died that day.
Too often the affair ends with acrimony
but I can't walk that path, so joyous
was our love, our time and our song.
Small hellos, endless caresses and hurried
embraces full of kisses linger still, their
memory still arousing me, feeding my
lustful thoughts and bringing a smile always.
The sound of your voice haunts me,
causes me to pause and to reflect.
What could have saved us?
What could we have said?
But such reflections do no good,
don't rewrite history or wipe away
the scars of our blows.
Better to let it go, to remember those
things which made us fall in love,
made us full of desire and so
eager to greet each new day.
For it was good, it was passionate
and it was white-hot.
Yes, it was
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