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Where is love that flamed when
hearts were young, And sweet kisses were like
wine? Lingering, timeless, they
went on, ‘Till lost somewhere in
time. But the years have stolen love
away, Hot fires now burn
low, Charred embers of what once
engulfed… Very being and my
soul. Who is this stranger who sits
beside me, Whose demands so stir my
ire? Is this the man that I once
loved, And who nurtured love’s hot
fire? I wonder if somewhere out
there, Exists another
man, Who might rekindle that fire once
more, By reaching for my
hand? I fear that fire died out long
ago, Swept away by the tides of
time, Leaving ashes where there once was
fire, That consumed my soul and
mind. © 2002 Loree (Mason) O’Neil
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