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Why do others compare their love to fire
When mine like dwindling embers glows--
Only rarely tasting of their God, desire--
And in tenderest mercy only shows.
For them a fluttering lash would suffice
And sweet longing for kisses and tributes of flesh,
Yet for us a wry smile, forgiving our vice,
And a burden twice shouldered our passions addressed.
So forgive me darling if I sing not of praise
For your childish whims and ignorance,
Because the rose tinted glasses I set all ablaze;
Your confessions, alas, were sweeter incense.
Let us hope that the ring we've held onto so long
Will, as youth's fervent dreams, prove just as strong.
When mine like dwindling embers glows--
Only rarely tasting of their God, desire--
And in tenderest mercy only shows.
For them a fluttering lash would suffice
And sweet longing for kisses and tributes of flesh,
Yet for us a wry smile, forgiving our vice,
And a burden twice shouldered our passions addressed.
So forgive me darling if I sing not of praise
For your childish whims and ignorance,
Because the rose tinted glasses I set all ablaze;
Your confessions, alas, were sweeter incense.
Let us hope that the ring we've held onto so long
Will, as youth's fervent dreams, prove just as strong.
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I noticed that a lot of the poetry, stories, ect. that have been put out on this site had a lot to do with a very immature state of love. (Butterflies in your stomach, longing day and night for someone you were just talking to a couple of hours ago, willing to sacrifice the whole world if only to please them, ect.) And because I am someone who only briefly passed through that stage (good times, I will admit), I wanted to make a tribute to the next step after that. The one where you're part of each other, truly, so much that sometimes seeing them seems as lackluster a prospect as looking at yourself in the mirror. It's the stage where you take on burdens for each other-- not because you worship them, or long for their pleasure, but because you care about them.
So there you have it. I tried to write it in the traditional form of a sonnet, though I think I may have failed a tad. Hope you enjoy and that it makes you somewhat introspective.
So there you have it. I tried to write it in the traditional form of a sonnet, though I think I may have failed a tad. Hope you enjoy and that it makes you somewhat introspective.
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