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Love is for always some say
It is not fleeting, evanescent neither
Strengthens in today, also in tomorrow, closer as well as thither
But feelings too have shelf life, I pray.
Some crushes wither, some tremble, some die
Who had a heart that sought a lone one
That God of Yellow when couldn’t commit to one
Flowers again bloom, as feelings wink and moments fly.
Then what of the ancient flame
That once had fire enough to parch?
Was it weak so much, now your heart is impelled to march?
Nay, cold fire now, how can it stay the same!
As for they, they are but memories mere…
Old yellowed lovers, faded, receded, not near…..
[My first sonnet written using the Shakespearean sonnet form]