Love that won was love that lost,
Love that saved was love that cost.
Love that went was love that came,
Love baring was love with shame.
Love silent was love that cried,
Love immortal is love that died.
And none shall demur amour's subtle life,
For in its sloth is all its strife.
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When Will the Moon Die?
PoetryIf Moon was a Child and spring his youth, He'd cry for a flower and die of sloth.
