If I had to choose
one without the other
compassion seems
the more enduring,
humane and understanding
might generate again
once love's passion has fled
senses quickened to the call
reloading once too often
dulled by waning passion
the trigger not so keen
false turns to ennui and apathy
or worse yet
might turn to contempt
but true returns, with compassion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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