Jealous gods

Perhaps it was the sunlight in her hair,
That fell about her face that made me smile.
Maybe it was the moment that we shared,
That wove the love between us for a while.
But love was like the tide that ebbed and flowed,
Where passions burn so bright, then die away.
Our love that grew so quickly now had slowed,
With all it’s hopes and dreams in disarray.
And often in my dreams of her I’ve wrought
In silent supplication and in prayer,
The path of love between us would be sought,
To be as one again without a care.
But dreams make jealous gods of what we own,
Awake, I found my heart had turned to stone.


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