Regrets
love is so hard to requite
when sin has killed desire
where there was once a desprite need
now the smoke of an extinguished fire
the empire where there was a throne
that sparkled with streets of gold
crumbled into disrepair
a slum of dry rot, mildew and mold
love was an idol truely a god to behold
a million promises to ones self
over and over told
dilusions of grandure
and hopes that lured the way
a blindness created
that explained iniquities away
an unselfish giving as love would endure
a life style of living
with a dream soundly secured
writen in stone this thing so pure
proteceted by my love so sure
until that day...
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