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oh, how the words of love grip me

and I revel in their flame of sweetly

poignant surprise

mystery,  she knows no glow

like that of a withering woe

lost to the doom of unrequited demise

the failings of humanity never meant so much

as to he who bares the ardent scars acquired

from the throws of a passion so unearthingly

grand

even the sweetest sanctuary of oneness can

falter in the erected confines that are issued

by just any fellow man

God rules our hearts

his dividers rule just so

even when love is taken away

or merely disappears

we are allowed our deeply private memories

to cherish beyond love's diminished afterglow.......

(Jan. 14, 1996)