Once born of destiny,
Yet out of my reach.
Your love is as distant as the stars.
Destiny is calling our kindred hearts.
Yet we still drift off into distant paths.
Memories easily being clouded by the clusters of stars.
Once our stars are dipped in fire,
Nothing can quench the taste of desire. The desire of heat and fire.
But Even with this fire
Your heart is still as ice.
Our hearts forever at war like fire and ice.
-Enrique
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kindled.
PoesíaPoetry. Words have so many meanings . And I put it all in this book. The love, pain, rage, raw feelings all into this book enjoy!
