When The Love Dies Poem by Pen Anthony

When The Love Dies



Time is master
Turns diamond to dust
We're so in love
For how long we know not
We're hoping it's forever
Like a flower
love does wither with time
So when the love dies
Let's soak her roots
In our friendship
Let her sprout again
In the little joys
Let's be happy to find it
Like a note in our old clothes

Friday, January 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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