Common Love
THE ALL TOO COMMON LOVE
An autumn breeze caressing our hearts in summer,
The birth of spring heralding the death of winter,
Dew-petaled roses whispering of love in our ear,
Absorbed in love and secure from frivolous cares,
Seasons come and go, seasons return and leave,
So too, the all too common love is but an autumn breeze.
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