Old Flame
OLD FLAME
She blossoms like roses in the sun
Ripening wheat in a flourishing field
Marvelous like a marvel picture
The comforting blanket that shielded me,
From the cold wind of discontent, clothed
In my rose she is the aroma that ooze
The melody in my ballad is she
Once ignited the flames of your heart
To sit by that fire for years to come
The cold winds of life often asphyxiate it,
That flame that once danced in her eyes
Leaving behind only smoldering embers
It scarcely resemble the exciting bond once shared
That made our soft conscience lifts the moon
Beyond the reach of gods out of it sphere
But taking us back to the beginning
Where strangers holds no oath of allegiance.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2016.
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