The Ashes Of Affection

All that mine held is now yours in every way,

At times by kisses, by closeness, fleeting touch,

At times by distance, heartless as winter's day,

Or through displeases, pain that clings so much.

Your memories penned on pages white and still,

Morn's yawning light, or vesper’s solemn shade,

Within heart your uniqueness lingers still,

No distrust, nor bitter musings from us displayed.

Ah! return and see what yet remains in me,

Reckon these graves of lovers lost to silent seas,

Whose vows and promises now dust shall be,

As the fleeting lies upon the fickle breeze.

When love, like wizardry, fades, slips from sight,

Its grip is gone, and we yield to endless night.

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