LOVE AND LOSS
Every lover
At some stage feels
That there never
Was love like his
Before nor will
Be after him
No girl can be
As sweet as she
Whom he invests
With grand beauty
And rare merits
But love doesn't come
To stay and last
Beauty grows pale
And love is lost
In labyrinths
Of world's devious
Ways till we learn
We are made from
Dust and not spirits
Descended from
The heights of sky
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