He spoke of his undying love for her
Like the embers of coal
As they glowed in the ashes
The emblem of fire.
With unpolished zeal,
He scribbled with his pen
As if his tongue spoke.
Fervently.
Erringly.
With the determination of a fool
At foolhardy he considers a masterpiece.
This love he wrote,
In a letter he penned
On the silken pages
Of toilet paper.
And even then her love
Wore not thinner
Than the sheet
The pages wore.
Yet still it wore
Off
Bit by bit
As if she
Slowly before a mirror
Gradually
Wore nothing.
(c) Okia
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