CRYSTAL HEART
The heart is like a crystal palace
through which our memories gleam through
A prism glass with fractured lights and promises
of dreams that one day may come true.
You took my hand and lead me on the way
up the hillside and down the path
toward your peaceful place of hope & fantasy
a swirling land of love and play.
There was never a thought of times not shared
or a moment planned that you would be away
but now and then when thoughts come rushing in
I remember how our end did play
The splintering of love by circumstance
the shards of thoughts still entwined
two hearts broken by little more than lies
and a little less than our dreams could define
And the smoking incense and the lighted flames
the kisses on my lips still burn
to feel your body lying next to mine
this passion forever, I crave and yearn.
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