Emotions laying dormant

 
The poem unwritten, sits just dormant
waiting for release
sparkles that never quite ignite
not showered with a sparkle steeped
incendiary flare that fizzled out
love; its promises, fluttered hope
love letters tied with granny knots
when you were lost, and so besot
 written then interred,  embossed
and faded like a flower preserved
its precious essence never lost
 just waiting like some old remains
for you to dig and use again
archaeology of time precedes
whispers for the poet buried, not to deep!
for love is always, words not deeds
 lies to forever tease, the poem unwritten