So brief a time we loved by candle's glow.
Our souls, as one, exuded ardent fire,
our passion stoked by an Orphéan
Our hearts could not foretell; we could not know
that such a love as ours would someday go.
The evil gods, nor fate, could not conspire
to interfere with such intense desire.
We knew our love would always live and grow.
Too late we learned the lesson of neglect;
too late we tried to fan the dying flame;
too late we woke to find our love was cold.
So now the faded embers don't reflect
a passion that was only ours to claim;
instead, our hearts feel numb, detached and old.
Copyright © 1996, 2014 Ruth Gillis