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Love of everlasting is always everlasting,

Yet our time together has come to a sudden halt.

It was my fault, but I shalt learn from my trouble past.

Thee heart burned like the parchment once did in the fireplace.

You were hurt when you left without a trace.

For thy beautiful rose lost it petals as the life drained from it.

O’ thou has remorse and regret for the broken heart it created.

Time passed over yonder hill as you moved on with life and its essence.

For thy wings broke off as the feather fell like the leaves of the autumn season.

O’ how the turn of the seasons count down the lonely days I spent and haven’t forseen in a forenight