Love’s Distraction

Love, a winters’ vine
Survived two seasons, then
Bowed, withered and expired
Love started with a kiss
Then silently and seductively
It strangled
Love promised bliss
Sweet nectar of the gods
But scorched and parched
Love gave companionship
Loneliness banished along
With the self
Searching for another
To distract us from our distraction
We call it love

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