Even when you fall in love,
you must count the brief days of summer
drifting quickly into autumn
and then the desolate months of winter.
A man can only wait so long
to grasp a woman's hand,
to latch a necklace around her neck,
to kiss the perfume upon her wrist,
to solicit her yes.
There are days and momentous decisions
that require a man to even walkaway
from an undeniable soul-mate.
One never understands in youth
there sometimes must be complete acceptance
of eternal unhappiness.
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