REFLECTIONS © 2011

Love never fades,

It’s always there, quiet and deep,

Even when time forgets it,

It persists, like an echo from the deep.

Interest, however, is what prevails,

In the dance of days, in the rush of now,

But love, though it sleeps,

Always reborn when least invoked somehow.

Interest comes and goes, like the wind,

It's fleeting, empty, and unsure,

But love is constant, even in torment,

Always near, even when it seems obscure.

What matters, in the end, is to see,

That love is more than mere desire's decree.

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