love poetry

I love, love-
As time passes and children grow
Season’s change, people come and go
One thing remains constant in this ever- shifting life
Love
There is nothing new to be thought nothing new to be done.
Our lives are so ordinarily simple we are the same as everyone
The purpose in question is what is the point of it all
Where does my silly little story fall
Love
When we are finished in this world
When our songs have been sung
We will learn to love in the moment for it never again will come
Love will be ours to keep
The quiet memories fulfill what we seek
We will love
That is all there is
love 


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