Love that blooms quickly can be quickest to die
In so many instances this is not a lie
A wise old lady once to me did say
That the flower that blooms early is early to decay
Love is unrequited when it is one way
For love is a game only two in can play
The one you does love and who loves you must be your greatest friend
And true love known to last until life's journey end
The praises of love many do love to sing
And love in itself is a beautiful thing
But sometimes love is known for to end in tears
And a bitterness that does linger on for years
Of love stories and songs are written and sung
And love is for all ages not alone for the young.
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