Love’s first flame is bold
It’s hard to even hold
In time it tends to sower
Held only for the dower
It ends in horrible grief
And gives way to needed relief
When we finally push it all away
And die happy, alone, and grey!
Listen and follow
The conversation keeps going off the page.
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