How could I another pedestal seek
When thy love did breathe on my open fire?
Thy velvety touch made my heart grow weak
Brought each passing year unrequited desire...
This love so bold never knew what sorrow
Would find what we both assumed enchanted;
Nor embrace wounds we hoped not to borrow
From sorrowful fate, untimely granted!
Infectious curse! From the depths ascended
As determined to wrest our souls apart;
Helpless we were...this dire fate intended
That in flesh and blood we should dare depart!
As I think on thee, wherever thou art...
Yon pedestal thereon, burns this broken heart!!
-x-
Reason for writing:
Dedicated to all those who have lost loved ones and/or
friends who have died from the nightmare that is AIDS...
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