~*~ MEMORIES OF SPLENDOUR ~*~
© Triskell, November 11, 2000

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Toiling with a lover’s heart,
Harsh and cruel, all apart;
Playing with a daring smile,
Saucy, childish all the while…

Reality’s a callous friend
And even beauty has to bend
Before his colder, bleaker stare
When love’s light wings are torn; despair

Takes shapes of angels in the dusk
And all that’s left for life is lust,
Passionate longing for a kiss and on
Receiving one, all hope is shattered by a bliss

Not hers, nor will or can it ever be…
Lonely the nights; as cold as ice is she -
The glamour cat of high renown,
Fickle once, now plays the garish clown

Of many a tom cat’s fantasies and
They may take their liberties with her;
She’s a lovely plaything, lovelier toy,
What beauty gave, life could easily destroy.

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