Does love like daises die,
whose petals fall
like sleet from the sky--
or perish by certain
misfortune or natural causes,
like a mortal being, by old age--
or like mists doth it evaporate
at the sight of heat--
or is it like a rose in full bloom
in spring--flourishing,
which withers in autumn,
or does love grow stale and
sour with advancing age,
making it to change its visage?
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
Does love like daises die,
whose petals fall
like sleet from the sky--
or perish by certain
misfortune or natural causes,
like a mortal being, by old age--
or like mists doth it evaporate
at the sight of heat--
or is it like a rose in full bloom
in spring--flourishing,
which withers in autumn,
or does love grow stale and
sour with advancing age,
making it to change its visage?
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