Don’t Let It Grow ColdA Poem by Dennis Shanaberg
I’ve been etching memories
In the frost on window panes. I keep on recalling The ardor of warmer days. Sat by the ocean, Lulled to sleep by lapping waves.... In tender ‘memberance, I tend to hide away. Please, don’t let it grow cold. Don’t let it grow cold. Passion strikes so hot - An infatuated haze. What remains after Lust’s initiate embrace? Tangled limbs do tell a tale, But none so graceful as your face. I fear that love eternal May still freeze, crack, and fall away. Please, don’t let it grow cold. Don’t let it grow cold. Stoke the embers. Let the fires reignite. Simmering cinders Start to burn with fervent light. The heat may take us, But at least we have tonight. Feel it deep inside, Love’s passion kindled bright. Please, don’t let it grow cold. Don’t let it grow cold. © 2021 Dennis ShanabergReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 2, 2021 Last Updated on March 3, 2021 AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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