You were but a flame to an inferno
A brilliant flash, a flare
A vortex, a whirl, just misappropriated air
How bitter and burnt
Now your flame but a flicker
The sky I breathe is arcane, fervent and thicker
You seek to seize, not to entice, arouse or awaken
Your eyes meant to deceive disenchant, dissuade and dampen
A heart that was true,
Once alive and eager
Now grief comes in waves
Staggered yet brave
Yet your capricious tenue
Now our love I fear too small
Too tiny, too meager
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