Love

My love is like a leaky sieve

Haemorrhaging, inconstant

It flares up like a roman candle

Then sputters, non-existent

Its warmth ignites a stream of hope

But draughts immobilise

Erasing love’s sweet certainty

And sorrowing its eyes

Yet, at its heart a pilot light

Maintains a feeble flame

Eternal, unextinguishing

The essence of Life’s game

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