His lips incurred a lovers’ debt
his heart would never pay
her eyes were so enraptured
they saw nothing but today.
The flash of fire, the quickening,
was all they knew for sure
and at that moment it was enough;
no more could they endure
But all flames fall all fires die
and the heat too quickly fades,
beware of impassioned promises
…so seldom kept…once made.
Poetry
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