Love is Once

The unspoken words
He urges to speak,
The lie that never ends
And now, cannot remember where it begun.

Longing from my lips
His sweet kiss.
Hesitantly, hands feathered, always knowing.
Risking, the lie, the love, the passion.

Velvet is the skin
Of his adoring face.
I fear, all too much losing him,
Knowing life, does not last.

I found your fingers,
Brush my wrist.
Then to realise,
My Sweet.

Love is once and always will be,
A lie.

The End

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