A Question for Love
This question plagues my mind,
Has love run on its supply?
Expeditiously he opines,
Do not believe his lies.
Everlasting love,
A devil in disguise.
Time will show you proof,
His logic does not factor.
Overlooking my demerits,
Failing as an actor.
Loves ever daunting spirit,
Our bittersweet distractor.
Vehemently he denies,
Even love someday must die.
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