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Written for Stormy Lady's "Show me your poetry and win" contest |
The lover has a burning desire To make your dreams come true, With passion he speaks of love And wonderful plans for two. His passion and his promises Leave a girl's heart burning With desire before she finds He will not be returning. So sad the fickle-minded soul Whose passion makes him lie; The burning desire once filled He turns and says - goodbye. |