What can’t I free my mind of you?
Why can’t my heart free itself from your memory?
Passion kindled over innocuous words…
A quick kiss sealed the spell cast years before…
The fates intertwined our lives, our hearts and our bodies…
Two scorned lovers finding comfort in each other.
Love can’t heal though what other wounds have broken…
Lives depart, but not hearts.
Passion’s flame lay low and always flickering
Waiting for an invitation to be free again…
If only to burn for another brief moment
Before returning to a flicker
Or
going out forever…
Lucinda Rose 
Wow, such a poignant write, Lucinda! For those of us who have “been there” (and that probably is most of us) it’s an especially heart-tugging read. None can forget those seemingly eternal feelings that waft straight off the heart. xx Jo
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Thank you, so much.. My poetry is probably the hardest thing for me to share. It is lovely to know that my poetry is able to invoke memories and emotions in others.
-Lucinda
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What a lovely poem about poor broken heart that can’t never be whole again. At least to me. It’s amazing how understanding poetry often reflects our personal experience.
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Thank you, I am glad that you connected with it. The beauty of poetry is that it can reflect the reader. I tell my students that they need to find their own meaning in the works they read. It is amazing how many times that their interpretation matches part of the authors. I wrote this reflecting while reflecting on a past love.
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