A love poem

Too deep down a hole, a flame is dying

Youth growing old, my soul is crying

When you love, it’s hard to let go

United by genuine feelings & a genuine belief

That “love is pure gold and time a thief.”

 

Time to move on and get on with the show

Let go

Let the love grow

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