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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