Beautiful Words....

Ephemeral.......
                                                          .....Evanescent......

                                                                       ......Scintillation

She was an ephemeral.  

Too lovely a sounding word?

for one who left such scars
-pain and duplicity- 

upon ardent hearts
 

For most,

 she was an evanescent

pin prick to the ego-

sharp, short lived, and eventually

forgotten.
 

(How is it that the tender bud 

acquires such hubris when held

 with love, devotion, and care

 throughout the blossoming?) 

For a scant few,

 she burgled the spirit

and tore at the fabric of love.
And still they loved,
And still

Hoping the scintillation
on the surface
would someday reach the depths.
Onward go little flower
You'll reap what you sow.