Oh’ to Be Vaporized Poem, by Neville, at My poetic side

Oh’ to Be Vaporized

love,

like a vapour both

transient

and passing tends

not to leave

an imprint or scar

to mark

where, but for one

moment,

that it once did rest ..

nor indeed,

give any indication

where,

or in which vague

direction

tis now, so casually

drifting ..

and thus, my dear

friend,

there is also no way

of knowing,

or even of guessing ..

just how

sincerely invested it

may once

have been, long ago ..

indeed,

love like a vapour ..

can be bitter

and twisted, sweet

tasting, or perfumed ..

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