Pages of secrecy lie within her heart.
Shrouded in delicate petals of white lace,
many tears lay where love had been given birth.
Deep passion lay buried... love had not shown today.
Blotched ink now stained pages of the love letter,
splattering sweet dreams as she watched them crumble.
While her imagination led her to see,
twilight showed love had no desire for her.
Defiling all that she had once believed,
the poet shut off all desire within.The stark abyss had begun swallow her soul;
tragicly alluring her to disbelief.
Love now lay hollow, leaving a ghostly trace.
Where chapters had begun to form a novel,
a fire of sadness had been lit below.
Tangled between desire and pain, she caved.
She knew the match she desired to ignite...
to set love afire within his soul's heart,
that match had damped and could show her no flare.
What inhabited the pages failed to exist.
Leaving the safety of rooms hidden within,
slowly, painfully, regretfully she moved...
the camps flames would now engulf her love letter.
Love did not perish that day, only belief...
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your words were strong and powerful. I can relate to this. You did a great job at using the word bank as well. keep writting your great at it..thanks for entering our coontest and good luck 
