A love's like something going or pending
The blossoms of white colors and some red
Flowers of summer often in ending
With shades of the earth in season's bled
Awaken a thought and fragrances sweet
Lives of darkly moods under the sky
Its hour in itself of passing day's greet
Before light shoots off and to dark will die
Man's love is like a fire existing on
Through a hidden meaning of new morning
With hours awaken in chest of dark things
Before love knows it - the desire is gone
Only in its heart lives its yearning
And through the reach of time onward it sings
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