No. Love will not return. He was once here.
Staring through my eyes --never into them.
Then he left me. Ignoring every tear.
I don't believe he will remember when
our first passionate encounter began
an unplanned future of love and desire.
My feather touch made him tremble within,
lullabies played his dreams to inspire:
The empty canvas of paper and thoughts
awakened at last by skin warming skin!
Sultry, drunk Muse wants to swallow his --- shocked
back to the present: How long has it been?
Since love defied the absolute distance
Between what is and what clearly isn't?
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