This
Heart afire...
Could tire the wait,
Loved the love she had,
Is not regretful in any way...
To ponder on these memories
The treasure she could cherish
Of that once own hidden past when
Love conceived of all those promises
Left unborn...and it never came to real
Love sown deep reaps golden memories
When two hearts beat, a lot do exist
Chances pregnant with possibilities
Defeating unforeseen calamities
Like a mighty eagle flying free
Writing a hardcore poetry
Through feathered quill
Of verse free-flowing
Like green spring
never ending
shooting
like
the rapids
of the river,
never ceasing
As waters continue
to pour, the mind will
not stop thinking, submerged in
troubled waters but never will thy will
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