The Gemini
Most loves are lost the moment they are born.
Their DNA contains the genes to doom
Devotion. Bonded chromosomes are torn,
Though only slightly. They become love’s tomb
As well, simultaneous the death and birth.
Invisible, a corpse is there as twin
Of baby sweetness. Bitterness’s girth
Surrounds them both. Defeat is there, its grin
Pervading hope. This is the destiny
Of mortal passions. In their very germ
Lurks death. The only element that’s free
In love is dreams, certainly not love’s term.
..Be sure that when love starts an embryo
….Inside your ribs, cancer begins to glow.