London Burns

It is a warm, dusky spring evening on the shore of the lake.

He watched her moving with silk-like grace,

Whence cometh these flames, burning alive a soul thought lost?

Desire awakens inside  his heart.

Hoping for a chance to make her his own, his one true.

Love can conquer all, but can break the same.

Love he has but known only once, he yearns to feel again.

A scale is weighed, here or there…

He knows the truth in what he feels, a living love in infant form.

Growth will come in violent purge.

A choice hangs in the midst, not of his control

helpless he feels and time he gives.

Time for decision wrought, not of haste and regretful woe

Careful love for a carefree life.

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