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The Eternal Flame

Can love exist without physical intimacy?
Or is it merely a brotherly, platonic affinity?

When the fires of desire begin to wane,
No expert, no mediator, can reignite the flame.

Perhaps it was a false longing from the start,
A passion not born of nature, but a fleeting art.

Man seeks justification, a scapegoat to blame,
When the truth is, there is no one else to maim.

We need not touch to make love, to feel complete,
Just the sacred bond of trust, a connection so sweet.

The passions of early days, they ebb and they flow,
I shy from such words - "passion," "love" - they ring hollow.

For true love, it endures, brings joy to the heart,
While passion, it transforms, tears us all apart.

Make love, not war, this is the path we must take,
For in eternal, steadfast bonds, our happiness we can make.
Written by moroccanpoet
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