|Author: John Sharp
Desire of a Flower
Our passions moved like the wind.
Desire burned like flames until there was nothing left.
The scent of her and the smell of a flower, for me, are as one.
The long lasting memory of her touch, her taste, fuels my burning heart, after what seems like eons.
To know, and to have, but too of lost is a pain and a joy of moments long passed into the hopelessness of need.
Fate moves her hand in unfair ways.
Looking, seeking, asking, but never finding; is a rode for the dammed.
Hoping, trusting, being, is the path for the meek, for someday, someway, somehow I will find the desire, of a flower, once more.
Source:ArticlesBase.comAbout the Author:Started in computer repair and software design at the age of 15. Been in web development since 1993 (like before the dot com boom).
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