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Love's Aeon
Curse of love, relighted flame
Repetitive, yet never the same
Amorous instincts come alive
Carnal lust that once had died
Another restricted, addictive, messiah
My queen of unearthed, wilted dahlias
Stinging shot of pleasure, mistaken, obsessed
Spirit comes alive, anarchy possessed
Magickal decline, this fall from grace
Two become one and all time is abased
Love so pure with scars so deep
Parting ways that wraiths now reap
The norm becomes a bore with heightened ecstasy
Relying on hope and fairy-tale fantasy
Distorted reflection of childhood dreams
(Slowly coming to realize) nothing is what it seems
And through our separate exodus
Our souls inflamed through raged chaos
(Miles flew to heightened numbers)
Silent screams as moonbeams hovered
Now through relations derelict
After memories we wont forget
Hoping time has mercy at our hearts
(Instead of driving us apart)
Eternity’s knowing of kindred souls
Wet lips parting vertigo
Sensations soar above god’s stars
To a place where time is thrown afar
Everything else is placed aside
Our unsaid vows followed, plied
All minor importance now stood reared
As love’s fresh aeon bowed revered
is there such a thing as pure love? I don't think so. this is a good poem, like all your others. Almost all scars go away in time. Like a friend once told me: time heals all wounds.