A heart divided cannot beat for long
An unsung note cannot be called a song
The dancer spins a lonely pirouette
Who dances only with her silhouette
The un-prayed prayer on deaf ears fall
Despite the soul’s relentless call
This crowded world is such an empty place
When from heaven, too, angels fall from grace
The flames of love that burn so bright
Without lips to kiss becomes a dying light
The promise of love that is unreturned
Is the loneliest truth for man to learn
The sun may rise, but each day descends
Like a long, dark night that will never end
The longest path for he who walks alone
Are the shuffled steps toward an empty home
In winter’s grip, luscious gardens shorn
Though the wilted rose still bears its thorns
Yet all these sorrows I would dare embrace
If just once more I could see your face
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The Winter Bites My Bones 
hauntingly beautiful
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“The flames of love that burn so bright
Without lips to kiss becomes a dying light
The promise of love that is unreturned
Is the loneliest truth for man to learn”
Wonderful piece!
This is my favorite couplet, Dennis.
An absolutely wonderful turn of phrase!
Best wishes,
~Cliff (A Follower, but foremost, a Fan!) 🙂
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Thank you!
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I’m not a huge fan of inverting word order to capture a rhyme, but there’s just something about this piece that diverts attention away from it.
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