Time’s classic end by fools good fortune named,
In pretty follies that all of us share,
Like crude tide stealing away to be tamed
Moths flying lost through the wet moistened air
Blind searching for one so artfully made
I brought you into my life with no care
No doubt like dull memory you would fade
Running stunned from the facts you cannot bare,
Thinking mind would come apart when heartbeat missed
Looking through the sky of rich ireful rhymes
Hushing your passionate ways with mixed kiss,
Per’s silken claws crying out to see one last time
Now it is ending with physical pain
To see that the moments were in vain.

 
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