If “I love you” falls from his lips (A Poem)

If “I love you” falls from his lips

Like stray sparks from a dying flame

And his eyes reflect like empty glass

His whisper, an echo of your name—

Step back, my dear. Step back.

Even the brightest, most passionate fire

Crumbles the world to ash and dust

These embers are quick to light and blaze 

Desire is not love, and neither is lust.


Chiara Larkins

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