Sunday, March 10, 2013

The passion Wanes.


     The passion Wanes.




You have yet to call,
and I wonder how at all,
the spell of love would fall,
when here the light so small.
I had hoped a little more,
that passion ooze from every pore,
and now I find I'm on the floor,
here you're walking out the door.




What did I least expect?
you told me of a lifetime wrecked,
maybe it was the passion unchecked,
you surely felt its imperceptible effect.
But could this chance be saved?
to walk and talk of passion raved,
where you and I have misbehaved,
misbehave before all the passion wanes.