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Tease the heart in little doses,
A dash of red, not all the roses,
Fan the flame that's frail and dying,
Cull the bird that's fit and flying,
Win the sight of every pleasure,
Yet forfeit the sunken treasure,
Pull one step short of simple ration,
Hoard the enshrined conversation,
Speak in words that betray ire,
Prepare the untimely pyre,
Call out the rites in gleeful voices,
Portray a faux lack of choices,
Then leap before the burning fervor,
Await the sorrowful preserver,
Raise the stakes to hold your bearing,
Stretch the tender till it's tearing,
What is broken, makes one stronger,
What doesn't end is meant for longer,
What is pined for is not what is
And longed for neither hers nor his,
A dearth, a lack, a want we savour
And THAT lends the passion fruit its flavour.
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This work has a certain... Bronte feel to it... Not Pope or Byron per say.

Its good, its a worthwhile read... but its too abstract... Too much food for thought.
AlyssaStehle Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
i usually get bored of poems halfway but i read this through it was interesting and lovely till the end
Zark123 Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2012  Student Writer
Haha, thank you =)
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