Poor love

poor love
Pure love , where have you disappeared to?
True love, when did you grow old
As if dried and shriveled in the dessert
If truly a love makes a heart swell
Purity of love may not
Take in contamination
True love, sticks
Outlaws from the dunes
Crept and spread
A vile attack
Diminishing the light
As the dust they disturbed
Raised and clouded everything in sight
One by one, they dismantled
Bit by bit, they penetrated
Their attacks constant
Their aim to assault and break
Poor love, never rested
No peace prevailed
The moment apparent when a hand likened to a dead fish
Given in reluctance
Love, soiled
Scared and pitiful
Hid in the depths
Go far now, recluse
Rebuild what is left of the ruins
Perhaps, there may be a sign ,
A flicker of what was
~Lorraine Nur
5 Jan 2012

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