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The Fireball

Updated on August 5, 2012




He was like a Fireball

That much was clear

It was said he had chemistry

And could charm everyone near


Ladies loved him at least once

But his heart was set and ready to pounce

On a gal who was out of town

In a land at the bottom of world

Upside down


He could feel her presence and wanted her near

And often when alone, he'd shed a tear

“Please come here...” on the phone he would plead

365 days in every year

To which she'd reply, “Sure, I’ll be there”

But in each other’s breath

Was the sound of despair


Their love was wild and weathered well

It had visited both heaven and hell

And travelled through space and time

Even survived punishment and crime

And the near death of an innocent child


Passion would come in many forms

Often making them feel forlorn

They aimed to mend their hearts when torn

And learned to love each other once more


They lived through the highs, the lows and the ugly

Devotion and love seemed a lifetime certainty

Their friendship meant more than just something

To this day, their hearts remain locked in eternity.


© Copyright Maria D'Alessandro 2012. All Rights Reserved.


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      Maria D'Alessandro 5 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. The same goes for true love.

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      Maria D'Alessandro 5 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Oh Epi..... LOLOLOLOL

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      epigramman 5 years ago

      .....well this must be about the 'quill with the thrill' ....because when it comes to someone like me I am just 'his waterboy' - a mere child who plays with his crayons while He toils away by the burning midnight candle searching for his muse - yes the ghost with the lavender scent.

      regretfully I admire your writing here - because I know it was meant for the one with the precious chosen quill ........... and I have only been chosen by the men in the white coats with the straightjacket ......

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and beautiful. This was just so lovely. Love that pic. Passing this on.

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      BeyondMax 5 years ago from Sydney, Australia

      Wow. Such a captivating word image, amazing!

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      Martin Kloess 5 years ago from San Francisco

      Yup, I think you've captured it. congratulations

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

      This made me stop and think, " what if " Great poetry..

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      tbalunis 5 years ago

      Sounds familiar.