Love’s
Circle
Contemplate,
existence a pointless exercise
Not a
nihilistic sigh, but Nature’s prize
The
fleeting gold of youth is no experience of truth
Then
comes cherished memories but also vermouth
Those who
touched deeply and died in their youth
See their
pictures and the strangest feelings aren’t quite couth
Once the
emotional becomes the physical, it’s that bond
Not a
friend, was a lover who knows if you’re brunette or blonde
See them
with another and, they, your current other
Eyes that
meet, a stolen smile is the greet
As time
moves the breaks are felt more
Desire
rises for a longer time other and no more war
So
feelings become honest and you know about hurt
Scratches
in the past, the future will be scars that smart
Upon
reflection a prize indeed is existence
For its
own sake and individual exuberance
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