Free verse № 66621
A POEM ON LOVE
Precious to me is mine, not to be shared, unkind?
Seeped in it's darkness I find. Swept away in the blackness of it's tide.
Calling, ever calling. Heavy on me, is my precious.
What it gives in pleasure, IS TAKEN BACK TEN FOLD! Is my precious.
Slowly dying, but already dead. To lose mine is..
DREAD DREAD..
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