Time when simpler things
were the deal.
Deal me a date with
delight.
A matter of trust.
Heaven or bust.
Everything in life is
not free.
Free me up for love.
Love how do you
spell it?
It grows with all the right
ingredients.
Spice, vice, nice.
Nice a place on the French Rivera.
Where does this river flow?
The ebb tide of romance.
Time & its magical
mystery tolls the bell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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