The Flower Of Love

Love
Like a flower
Blooms
And then
By degrees
There is
The falling off-
The Petals
Scatter,
The stem
Bows.

There is
A
Wilting
Not
Unexpected,

Until
All crumbles
To
Dry
Dust

Carried
By the wind
Away.

I try
Never
To grow
Again
That glory
In my mind:

For even
Memories

Fade.

by Dennis Lambert

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