Love Is Stale Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Once, how much we loved each other, never to be parted
We swore that our love would never lessen and would never fade or go
We were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
We were too naive to understand the fickle ways of life, too young to know.


Is it fate? it is like a wind unexpected, uncontrolled, with red autumn leaves swept before it
Far apart in the whirling gust, far away in the blast cruel time of year
Seldom we meet now, but when we do it erupts trepidation and fear
How far we fell; how more we fall behind this unexplained un witty split



Love is stale now, there is no magic in it any more,
We meet as other ordinary unconnected people do,
Your presence works no miracle for me as it used before
Nor mine for remote you.


Once we were as the wind and the sea -
There is no splendor any more, to feed and exalt on
As a glaring stare in the wide universe tone
That has its hallo turned off for eternity


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