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The Torns of SeparationIt is a cold lonely place With no lover in ones life Commitment is a stranger When there is no husband, no wife As days pass slowly The heart beats at a dull pace With no passion to satisfy Misery often bears its face It is a cold lonely place To have ones lover mainly afar Temptation brings forth longing The threat of fornication inflicts emotional scars As nights drag on With no heat to ignite ones desire Emptiness becomes a fact As frustration boils hotter than fire It's a cold lonely place To exist unfulfilled without affection What is one to do Faced with thorns of separation! crystyle.copyright2005 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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