March 14, 2007
What is love, I ponder
Why it fails, I wonder
The completeness of life
Incomplete without strife
Should it lead to break
Or was the expression fake
Togetherness, holding hands
Bitterness, as twilight lands
Forgetting the moments spent
Cribbing about those not meant
Some moments love's impressive
Others makes me depressive
When depressed am quite
When expressive, I write
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