Sharp and sudden, the cruel slash of searing pain
begins to fade yet forms the deepest scar.
Smouldering gut wrenching embers burn mouth dry
and storms torrential ashen eyes
for a love that lasts and lingers long.
And when there is time to remember
what used to and may yet still be
think only of the beauty that was had
not loves tragic mournful loss
but only of summer days of rapture warm,
the lustful nights of wild abandon
when crazed and foolish lovers blind
were lost in loves unbridled passion.
Remember not sad words we spake in anger
but smiles sweet and kisses warm
the tender touch that true love knows
deep in the fiery burning soul.
Remember this and think perhaps not badly
of one who loved perhaps too much
with madness exquisite to love so madly
but shreds and tears the bleeding heart.
As Summer fades and turns to Autumn's fall
of burnished leaves and rain's warm tears
remember if only once the Spring of love
that warms the rageed heart in Winter's bitter years.

Wytchewoode