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Bleeding my heart, my love is unrequited
Your touch is like to ice and I an unquenchable fire
Extinguished by the blanket of hardened water you’ve invited
Strewn before us because you’re lacking of desire
Farther away you stray
Wishing not another betray
Soon this hardened frozen hell will turn to wat’ry lakes
Wading through the icy waters I shall come not to forsake
Turning into a red rivulet, foaming, frothing - feverishly
Wait for me by the shore I call to you
My answer echoes in the distance Drifting too
Still you travel, leaving this mystery to be unraveled
Always following the roughest terrain
Fearing the undying pain
Blinded from which I wish to give
Fearing love would be too much to live
How come it that you gaze onto the stars
For my love feels locked behind bars
Thee who does not wish to see the beauty deep within me
Shall not pass through the golden arches to spend eternity

Penelope

I would like to comment on this poem and not appear flippant by doing so. This is going to be difficult but I will try. Please ... Please, if nothing else, edit the 'golden arches' out of your final line! It's just too closely connected with a modern day marketing ploy which ruins whatever mood you were striving for. The rest of the poem is .. well .. it's rife with familiar metaphors which have been used so many times.

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