Bitter love is like the dry ice always
So icy in sorrow and dimly cold
With plentiful colorless passion in grays
Nothing worthy of inner mode to hold
Emptiness that quickly quench tender fire
And pouring from its ice of frozen thought
Nothing to yearn or from flowers of desire
Only through distances to you it's brought
Straying up in smoke each pleasure from within
Where crown of your petals are withering
Nothing filled with dawn only twilight's twin
Uneven surfaces of love slithering
Not to come in love's completeness around
Only to astringent strings forever bound
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