Love Is Weak

Sadness to confusion,

Was it all a delusion?

The silence is deafening,

What word does heaven bring?

Closure is a luxury

Apparently.

Frustrated jabs at shallow seas,

Once hallowed greens.

And yet I still cling,

For heart’s Spring.

Foolish me.

What I’d do for one more dance,

Another glance,

One last chance,

At a first romance.

O to hold your hand,

See your eyes and understand.

But time passes swiftly

And passion leaks.

Like tears on cotton sheets;

My love is weak.

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