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"Enigma"

Love was like a long stemmed scented rose-
Until I found the thorns.

It was the taste of fine wine
Until the bitterness of the last sip was gone.

Being as soft as fresh fallen snow
Until the coldness reached upon me.

It gave me the sweet melodies in my ear
Until the one note made it unbearable to me.

Giving me a Cloud 9 feeling
Then I realized I had no wings

Seeing beautiful places it could take me-
Until I realized they were just scenes.

Love is like a mask,
Unveiled in a mystique
Then you realized all the lovely gifts it gave you

Were never,
For Keeps.


-b.r.rivera

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