SWEETHEART, do not love too long:
I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of fashion
Like an old song.
All through the years of our youth
Neither could have known
Their own thought from the other's,
We were so much at one.
But O, in a minute she changed —
O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of fashion
Like an old song.
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Now this is a bitter~sweet piece of poetry. The painful tearing of your soul as a deep part of you is slowly pulled away. Then the day comes when it is done, and you are no longer one, but again two, left with only a memory to hold onto. A heart in mourning for a Love that didn't die, only drifted away.....
~ ~ Sincerely, Janet ~ ~
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still singing the same old song....
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