Romance Alive and Well
Time, chameleon illusion–
glosses over each hurtful slur
corralling each warm memory
to morph the past to one grey blur.
Emotional paralysis
senses dulled from desolation.
Suddenly comes along the buoy
in the middle of an ocean.
You found me or did I find you
against the odds we two should meet
neither looking, just two souls lost
--love, the mystery bittersweet.
The rules have changed along the way
yet, neath the rubble, fires dwell.
It is a game well worth the play
Knowing romance can cast its spell.
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on March 29, 2022 for contest FORM L - LAY sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST
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