Summer's Heat
It had birthed, for me, in a dream, moonlit
And is still in my soul, dancing freely
Allowing me not to tame it with my wit
Not even to wash it away tearfully
As a love it is, still misunderstood
By those for whom death is the end of life
Yet, it is our gate to the divine-hood
A gift to save us from the mundane filth
Hurting I am, in this love's torture
Yet, in my secret garden, it shall thrive
Even if it has been met with closure
I shall keep it, till my demise, alive
If the Gods shall deem us as having lost
I shall ask to be turned into melting frost
Written on 3rd June 2020
For Contest Summer's Heat
Sponsored by John Hamilton
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