Love dies

autumn

A young girl starting to bloom,
on the verge of falling in love,
of sexual awakening,
a thin line between right from wrong.

A man full-grown and experienced,
He lavished her with attention,
Dancing the waltz, bodies touching,
Her senses aroused, confused.

Budding love, so fragile,
He’d forgotten how it felt,
Young love, trusting and honest,
He was careless and thoughtless.

Her heart displayed on sleeves,
She thought him handsome and loving,
Love glowed in her eyes,
He found her easy prey.

First love, a pure love,
She couldn’t see his sly lust,
He seduced and tempted her,
She was breathless and warm.

Then one day he was gone,
Another had found his attention,
A young heart devastated, trust killed,
Love dies, what is left – bleakness.

By C.E. Pereira
(16-6-2014)

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Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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