It
seemed like a coincidence
Bare
souls touched bereft of pretense
Everything
suddenly made sense
A
faultless spark in fate’s defense
Unperturbed
by dark secrets past
Only
thirst and hunger to trust
Enslaved
and consumed by pure lust
Red
light blinded and went too fast
Fallen
from grace and took a blow
A
reminder to take things slow
Give
time and room for love to grow
That’s
when true passion tends to flow
Only
that love seemed elusive
Emotions
too inconclusive
Desire
utterly aggressive
Dreams consequently less pensive
None
left of Cupid’s bows to bend
Once
lovers, now in a poem penned
Myriad
thoughts with intent to mend
Too
late to start when it’s the end
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