Blackened hearts draw blood
Cross and careless with their words
Hate grows like a weed
How does passion turn so cold
Killing off those we once loved
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blackened hearts draw blood
Cross and careless with their words
Hate grows like a weed
How does passion turn so cold
Killing off those we once loved
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hearts in fondness through distance do grow
Realizing in separation what for granted they take.
Something only two true lovers would know,
The commitment to each other the couple did make.
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Irrational though sometimes the heart may appear
It knows what it wants without the logic of mind.
Enveloping in love the one held most dear
Just as it did at the beginning of their time.
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Fickle they say is the lovers true love;
Blind to the dangers that lurk just beyond.
Intentions more pure than the whitest of doves,
Laid bare for the unfaithful their heart to abscond
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Though pitfalls abound on this journey of the ages,
Not one thing would I change as this book turns its pages.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~