Love lost or stolen

Love lost or stolen.
The sadness of a love lost or stolen is like a slow-burning fire. Only when the embers smolder into a raging fire, revenge and retribution are the only things that satisfy the hunger for primitive justice, no matter where the trail goes. Your hunt is fueled by the sweet memories of your love, but now grieving is all one can do, the cause is unknown.
Who is to know why? all you know your love is gone. Was it vengeance, misadventure, or death by natural causes? Unless your love left because you did not have enough of what love is all about. Who is to know? . The trail of love gets hot and cold 
Will you ever meet your love again,  here, there, in all the old hangouts, or maybe never ever, only the memories of love remain at the end of the day to reminisce.
God bless you
May all be well with you 
DMD

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