Analysis of Never-Ending Circles

In the deepest recess of this cold heart
lies a silent betrayal: devotion,
within the confines of passionate art.
Rose petals gather truth; flutters of screams
which linger above chambers; vast oceans
swallowing grief like dandy-coated dreams.
Eyes spy affection, giggle-danced from fire
trapped inside wind's solemn embrace; so tight,
effortless in throes of lust, want, desire.
Never-ending circles of romance bite
throughout separate lives - wings of beauty,
the visions of colourful smiles escape,
go dull with pain's vicious silent bounty,
time spills tired ink across all the crushed shapes.