© Charles Orta
Your love be blazing fireworks overhead
A brilliant fireball lighting up my heart
Or is it ashes waiting to be spread,
Ready for the wind, to give it depart?
Your eyes glisten like the moon at twilight
And often are they both full of much wit.
Your beauty radiates all your highlight,
But is love love, when you give, but don't get?
You say one thing, yet action betrays thought.
Can what we feel really be going broad
Like the firefly which can never be caught,
Or is all your love, just another fraud?
Yet the truth can bring no change to my mind,
When I fear, that I am already blind.
A brilliant fireball lighting up my heart
Or is it ashes waiting to be spread,
Ready for the wind, to give it depart?
Your eyes glisten like the moon at twilight
And often are they both full of much wit.
Your beauty radiates all your highlight,
But is love love, when you give, but don't get?
You say one thing, yet action betrays thought.
Can what we feel really be going broad
Like the firefly which can never be caught,
Or is all your love, just another fraud?
Yet the truth can bring no change to my mind,
When I fear, that I am already blind.
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