Though handsome comfort
I have brought.
You have no passion for me.
There should dare to venture
Into this empty shell, my heart.
My flaming cords dwindled away.
From neglect and the cold.
God how I could have burned you once.
Singed you at the tips.
Before my temptress ways
Were dashed.
Ignored to ash my stony lips.
Time has past, I hibernate.
Still churning in my soul.
Without the passion and the touch
Never again will I be whole.
--Diva
as published in "When a True Diva Speaks" (Lulu Publishing)
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