Tuesday, March 10, 2009

A love poem


TIME IS THE ENEMY OF LOVE

THE THIEF THAT SHORTENS ALL OUR GOLDEN HOURS

I HAVE NEVER UNDERSTOOD THEN
WHY LOVERS COUNT THEIR HAPPINESS IN DAYS AND NIGHTS AND YEARS

WHILE OUR LOVE CAN ONLY BE MEASURED IN OUR JOYS AND SIGHS AND TEARS.

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