David Harris (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)
Love and Relationships
Love is sometimes wonderful
lasting a lifetime and beyond.
Love is sometimes sad
with rejections again and again.
Relationships can start out bad,
but mature as time goes on into love.
While others start out great,
but disintegrate as the years pass.
No one can tell or envisage
what love will be like
when they are stung
by cupids little arrows.
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