You seduced me with your powers

of a hundred million favors

and held me with your sweetness

of a hundred million flavors

You loved me in your bower

of a hundred million flowers

and it seemed to last a lifetime

of a hundred million hours.


In truth, it was but moments

before we were set in showers

and poured out an ocean

of a hundred million tears

that rose on the tides

of our hundred million fears.

We were drowning in the reaches

of a hundred million creatures

hidden in our love

ready to devour.


Our hearts that once empowered

this love with faulty towers

set now, those hearts to crumbling

from a hundred million rumblings

of mistrust and misfortune.


What can save this love of ours?




  • Goldfinch60

    So much love will last so much longer than a hundred million years.

  • Neville

    perfectly pitched sir and without those socio-political undertones, it just wouldn't be the same now, would it... thoroughly enjoyed.... Neville

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