A diluted sort of love, Or at least the essence of it Can be preserved In A bottle of rosewater. A memory worn from use A secret heart-shaped fireplace. Either All.
The essence of our love, Is complicated I think. And would be too difficult To replicate again.
Not that I’d want to. Just making a point, playing a word game, A written form of clever-conversation.
Shoot me if all poetry descends to this This paltry expression of a fading love. The kind that fades with a resonating pang. The kind that aches because it doesn’t. The kind that was too One-sided To be called any kind of love At all.
One day you’ll boast that you knew me The same day I’ll stop thinking that I knew you. One day we’ll meet once more Before the end A time when we’ll be equals A time when you’ll forget The little there was to ‘member A time when you’re memory will be fading With your youth.
Just as my love is, Did, Didn’t Never will Might Either All.
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