Infidelity

It's been said, love is best which is the first,
Much like untrodden snow, that lips drink pure
Makes lovers pledge, would not of others thirst
Though they could fall, to other drink's allure:
Might love that's held to be the last truer?
When fickle hearts would lose vitality?
But is there time when love do stop after,
Such that last love would be reality?
And what if first stays on to be the last?
When hearth is constantly in warmth, so keen
So tied up, might the tender fell aghast,
No chance to stoke some other fire between:
......Only love that's blind can make faithful be,
......The one whom other loves it cannot see.

poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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