Once again …….
Encore.
There’s just something, inexplicable ….
That draws me, like a moth to flame.
A mischievous aura.
A something
A kind of majik
I’ve lost my heart,
Like a foolish youth.
Unrequited…..
To, another.
Silent, unfulfilled wishes.
That blossom, into nothingness.
Merging,with crushed dreams.
Which burn, a hole in my heart.
There being nothing, to quench the flames……
Less, those old
tears, of regret ……
Giajl © Jim Love(LL)