LOST: Ode To Love

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The literary death
Takes with it the gasping breath
And the warm embrace
Of meeting face to face.
Replacing it with the brisk walk
And the cold mechanical talk.

So touch no more my heart
You who silently steals hearts
Like Forget-me-nots
Which whispers. Will you love me?
Will you love me not?

All the loving I gave you. I want it back.
Leave it on the window sill
Beside the picture that is cracked.

Ode to the nights pretending
That love is always and never ending
Ode to the days when warmth you bring.
Ode to the songs that caused my heart to sing.

Ode  to the love that has gone bad
Ode to the lost love that has made me sad.
Ode to the Love I never had.

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