We never went to Paris
The French cafe around the corner
Was the closest we ever
Came to foreign skies.
For my birthday you bought me
A key chain of the Eiffel tower,
A promise more incredulous than a ring.
When one is in love everything
Is so poignant and precious.
A daydream is more real
Than the caricatures one favors
In their everyday life.
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When one is in love greatness is possible.
A violin cradled may as well be a heart
For does it not contain the same sweet music?
How improbable our love, how immense.
I thought and still think that it will never end.
You left for reasons I cannot fathom.
I never knew shackles like these
When we were together, this loss so like banishment.
I thought we were more than this that our love
Above all others held a place in the heavens.
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I hate you a little less each day.
Memories may fail when spoken
But they remain even in death.
When I find you missing my eyes well up.
I am the universe unfinished,
A fracture walled off and forgotten.
How can I entertain your cruelty
When I saw no inkling of it?
If only you had been, in some small way,
Then may be I could arrest my feelings.
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For the sake of the other challenge I had to add an extra image which changed the direction of my poem.
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