What kind of love
would make you suffer from the break of dawn till dusk arrives?
where the soul yearns, longs and aches for the thief of heart?
where all of your bones bruised and battered from the agony
of missing the flame of that mirrored soul?
How my pain multiplies like the wildfire,
burning, burning, burning
I became the endless flicker of hope
for something that may never come at all --
D C de Oliveira
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