Passion's End

I see the fire that weeps, so weak.

Gone was my passion, a woe, when I burnt

To the very last cinder of love;

My heat a fiery despair.

Touch the spot where we once sparked

Together, our sweat to mix, to bleed;

The fire of love long gone -

Forlorn, in that ruby-drenched hell

Where we once were.

Reviews

[Chris]

a place of sea walls to pause and watch the nothings...It's amazing how 3 A.M. can actually be any time at all when your mind just takes a pause

[ajitnambiar]

it was simply amazing to read! passion ends, love breathes forever.