Like a flower that withered and died before its time, lacking water to survive.
Like a day cut short by gathering clouds.
Like a beautiful bird falling pray, to a bigger one.


Such is love, that we all, let fade away before its time.
We don't appreciate, we don't nourish, and we let it die.
We cheat; we lie, and cry with sudden surprise, when we find out, it has died.
We smile, we hug, but we don't mean any of what we've just said.


So in agony, and sadness, the love fades away, and then one day, we find, it is gone.
And then we look around in amazement, and ask why.
But what we should really do is look in the mirror, and know why the love has died.

So to all you lovers out there, behold, cherish, and protect, the love, that might never come back
And mean the words you say, and say what you mean, and then your love will flourish beyond your wildest dreams.

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