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An ember sparked will softly glow and fed by fuel will grow and grow
I omce was cinder sparked by you, first timid til the flames then grew
And so our start was touch of dawn with amber hue for I was drawn
To eyes so welcoming and warm
I’d never guessed you’d do me harm
Like morning glory love in June
The rapture of mid afternoon
A romance of which ancients spoke
Our passion had no antidote
And with the dusk though scarlet tinged
Our love began to come unhinged
For clouds arrived which filled your eyes
Extinguishing bright twilight skies
With cold of night came shadows pall and I could not tear down your wall
By midnights hour the fire was dead
Mere ashes smoldered in its stead
You left and should you reappear I’ve vowed to shun you but now I fear
The very thing for which I yearn
One touch
And then again to burn
Rachael is 18 and really enjoys writing.
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