love is a flame

the sentimental heart
such a clinging vine
wistful weeping willow
clinging to feelings
from a love long since dead and gone
raindrops on the trolley bus windows
solemn faces with blank expressions
sure indications
we're in the throws of winter
at times like these
so easy it is to fall
into the arms of the nearest
contemplative passing stranger
bedroom eyes leading me
back to the place that makes
my eyes well up with tears
back to the vulnerability
of a boy who first found love
in the strangest of circumstances
the heart may find it dances
when those old emotions return
for it longs to yearn
for desire it burns for
love is a flame
it burns for you


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