The bond is lost
It's glue is spent
That bond neatly knitted
By a magnet unseen
But as palpable felt
Love's pool a thousand feet
Is shallower than then
Who will need to die
Because love itself has died?
I heard them say
When one door closes
Many more shutters ajar.
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