How does it feel, when all the Sun bursts in,
And all the globe acquires a sepia glow,
And all the warmth and fervour wherewithin,
Does melt away the solitude like snow?
How does it feel to find and bind oneself,
To that great gift in life; Togetherness.
And to another. Have you ever felt
The satisfaction of foreverness?
I asked the Bard, and O how hard he tried!
He offered many pretty words, and while
‘Love's not Time's fool' sounds nice, it won't suffice,
I'll seek out a conclusion better still.
So when in love, just do as lovers do,
For you'll not fall for her, she'll land in you.
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