Of all the loves we know or almost have,
There stands a one that weathers all neglect,
That in our solitude would often salve
Regrets, when minds on such a love reflect;
Those times which we have missed or let to pass,
Would haunt us till today, to our dismay,
If path we chose ended in foul morass,
We doubt if it was best that other way;
As things proceed the way it would as Fate,
Or else, as workings of a random chance,
One certain thing that to events dictate,
Is heart, which caused the moves, and made the dance;
.....So, all the loves, lost or forgotten now,
.....Comprise the story Fate did write somehow.
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