I suppose that spark is missing,
I lost it long ago,
Maybe, I never had it,
So, I had to let you go,
But love once it has happened,
If yours or even not,
Leaves its lasting imprint,
In your ever loving heart.
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I have pondered Tennyson's line at length at times. I have yet to reach a conclusion on its validity and or application. I suppose it is up to the individual and circumstance.