An Old Flame

(to W.B. Yeats with respect)

by Nii Parkes

One fine day when you are tired and spent
I know you will walk past my home and ask
why you mad my courting you such a task
that it left my will permanently bent.

If you walk in, you will find my eyes still
and glowing with the passion they still hold;
But the damp dreams I have saved from the cold
of the flames  would have long consumed their fill.

So I bid you once more to consider;
Is it wise to desert a love so young,
when its flames burn so intense and so long
only to return and find warm cinder.

An Old Flame by Nii Parkes

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