Remembrance of Love

Time became a measure of destiny.
A glass half full or empty.
Preswaded by every kiss I slowly sink into each touch.
Silk hands of passion burn into my deepest desire.
So willing out stay eternity the night kindles into a flame of ecstasies.

Heartache of solitude a portrait of loneliness framed by the remembrance of love.

I awake from my passionate dream only to find emptiness at the end of my reach.
Midnight hours melt slowly into minutes measured by each beat of my heart.
Till morning light relieves inner complaintents of midnight conflicts.
Everyday is a routine of paperwork, bills, and daydreams from 9 to 5.

Heartache of solitude a portrait of loneliness framed by the remembrance of love.

Memories of emotions contemplations of past passion consume each day.
A broken glass of true love stares at a unfulfilled destiny the dissociation from a
hearts past contentions.
A heart longing for what was again if only for a moment at the price of tears.
Comfort is given within the ecstasy of dreams for a heart still longing at the lost of true love.

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