sweetswords/flamboyant heart

Tears from wick of wonder.
Without empathy without sympathy,
it grows to cinder.
Light is bygone from its heart
Heat remains while flame depart.
Now with the soul burnt to ruin.
Love and hate in between.
Now can this ash of romance,
ever be turned to passionate ink.
And write oh love, oh water of life,
For a flamboyant heart to drink.

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