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Scalded

Love manifests itself
         on all
                  planes of existence:
We always look
         for someone else…
                  for someone different!
As we change age,
         we take quite different
                  views and roads —
To take the mind off things
         before
                  it but explodes:
Try and forget
         how it was
                  last time around,
When,
         swathed in bandages and burnt,
                  I was bed-bound!
…All hurting,
         scalded by the flame
                  of anguished throes,
I dreamt
         you might become a king —
                  and mount the throne!
I dreamt you’d wish
         to conquer all
                  the hearts and countries,
You’d set up rosaries and parks,
         make me
                  a Countess —
Or maybe
         crown me a Queen:
— Lo and
         behold!
… But so far
         I’m all alone —
                  in burns and scalds.