Like a lover ….

Like a lover with a broken promise


The jewels that caught my eye on a lost byway

I trod in some other age leave this worn-out heart

dreadfully alone.

 

Then like a lover with a broken promise I return

to the enchantment so familiar,

anointed by the perfume of a scarlet camellia.

 

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