Thursday, 29 July 2010
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By Cheryl Antao-Xavier These honey-tipped barbs are deadly just the same Yet this bleeding heart will love on just the same Though Cupid to bestow a gift of love did aim The bequest was a life of bondage just the same As a spark to dry kindle you set my heart aflame This wretched organ burns for you just the same Love is an evil curse that many a lover will maim Who will lay their heart on the line just the same The lies and excuses, so trite, so blatantly lame On your lips have the ring of truth just the same Why dwell on the memories of pain and shame When you know the end is always just the same Should the dust of anonymity settle on my name My dear, these verses will be famed just the same • Cheryl Antao-Xavier is a writer and publisher. Her first collection of poems entitled Dance of the Peacock, released in 2008 is available atwww.inourwords.ca. Her poems are vignettes of the human experience. She loves experimenting with poetic form. |
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