Desire

What is this that felt like love
Do springs run dry at will?
Masked reveler as Love masquerades…
Desire.

Unquenched embers smoldering deep
Rekindled flames that heavenward leap
Of affection sow but yearning reap
Feed a fleeting fire.

Masked reveler as Love masquerades…
Desire.

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