The Prologue of My Love
Here to love, to heart
Thence begins the prologue of my love.
With all its fury, I saw:
But an entity,
Vacant to echo my loneliness heart.
Ambitious to fill, seems too real.
Was I in a coma, dreaming –stumbling?
The drum of love takes the beat -
Of intrigue and hatred.
Not to a virgin heart,
Who stood only to intrude
But soon with told the
Secrete of the fold
Then love commence in romance
With the heart for ‘fence’
Here to love; for real
Not with ill, but zeal
Here to love, 'love' commences.
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