Love

Young love sighs
With each new day
The fire brightly burns
How slow the pages turn

Old love remembers
Laughter in the rain
The withered embers yearn
And still, the pages turn

Yet in between love may decry
What it might have treasured
Untended, the fire turns
While the pages quickly burn

1983

by Christine Ann Young

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