The flames of her passion
trying to lick guilt and shame
from my face,
Screaming out her love,
Pouring out her entire essence
from her lovely soul.
Whose fault it was?
Did I simply allow her
to slip out of my grasp?
Did I simply let her drift away?
Did I put enough effort to retain her?
Maybe I failed,
Probably I’d have still failed
had I given all
and she would’ve succeeded,
For love can never be forced,
It drops like a ripe fruit
after a time,
I know this,
Still I mourn the loss of that kiss,
For it’s human to feel the pain
born of losing the things
that we suppose we own.
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