Love with a different face

By June 5, 2017No Comments

A poem

A little wind
and the flames were alive
Which felt was buried
came back to thrive.
Is it her or
the love with a different face.
I long for divine
how will we meet, I ache
Is it need, want or desire
I burn, I feel the fire.
Does it need a name, a label or a frame
when will I admit, when will I overcome the shame

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