Is this what love has come to?
A burdensome attraction
Everyone wants to avoid
A thing of pain and tension.
Oh! I wish a little still remains, a little
A little in the blood and bone, a little
A little of it former self
A shred of it glorious self.
Love a powerful existence
That the greatest compliment
Anyone could get among all
Is to be called a man of love
Let them that have a heart weep
Weep for love weep
Weep for it forgotten glory
Weep for it lost memories.
©abraham_r
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