I know now all too well
That love fades from kiss to kiss.
Affections die and passions wane.
And flames that once set hearts ablaze
Are quenched as all feelings drain.
Like dwindling fires smothered in rain.
Maybe love is designed to fail.
To hurt, sting, burn and maim.
To make hearts crumble in flames
Till smoke, dust and ashes remain.
Making lovers strangers again.
I know now all too well.
~ By Tanya ~