Diana’s Ocean
Love lost dwells in the
heart of the romantic vanquished
The dream always a picture
of love that is clean
Easy to capture for
innocence is their destiny
Prayed upon by Diana’s
vipers that attack in sin
Black cloak of doom is an
endless tomb of emotion
The ashes of love’s fire
from a heart burned by futile desire
For those who tease and
pretend, are the flintlocks from evil
Their anger raised and
hands poised by the innocent soul of love
Always fooled is the
giving heart that sees only the goodness
The smile, the touch and,
sound that is heard as a rescuing harp
Enveloped by the confusion
of romance’s emotions that sweep
Doubt, a constant
companion yearning for love to keep
A place where romance is a
virtue and smiles not poison we seek
Where openness is an
expectation and Diana’s agenda is weak
Do you protect or defend
for the first is an armor and the next a bandage?
The answers are desire for
a cold world of happiness or a warm pain of regret
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