| Copyright 2004 Erica D'Hondt |
| The Demise of Love and Passion where ever did love go? did he take a long walk through a flowering garden on a moonlit night and in becoming so lost in the scents, sights and sighs forgot the shimmering stone of the path was there to light his way to the enduring conversations comfort and understanding of home, where each night truth was his pillow and warmth lay hidden beneath the satin of his sheets to where did passion vanish? was he laying on the beach entwined in a blissful embrace that echoed in the shadow cast from the bonfire's flame only to be swept up in the waves and carried far out to sea where his friends Don Juan and Casanova float aimlessly atop wine cork rafts ever reaching for the sunset horizon? |
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