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Love and Folly

The Lover's love bred many memories It's fragrance filled the air around As its tree blossomed secret sounds That created chemistry and mysteries Like children in games quarrels would arise Forgetting their mild griefs it bore Deepening love between them more In a short time their folly would subside Halloween and Valentine red roses Became magic wands on these days Beauty and true thirsty graces They shared to show love in double doses But one day LOVE and FOLLY played quite hard The latter struck fast to ruin him And tore apart the couple's dream And Love tried hard to win again their heart In grief her mother clamoured for vengence Those for him said best was divorce But they would seek not any force Their wounds would not heal of similar fence She badly brooded on each past petty wound 'Lack of comprehension,' he said Of such vast issues they were fed That no concilliation word would entomb Some sage said they should forget and forgive If love must really abound It opened their minds to turn down What led to trauma all that they believed They shut out all heed to others' advice They were Folly's follies, all blind Limbs of anguish and stress to bind That yielded such pain and itched like lice Then Folly to guide them came from above Thus realized the crossed couple And bloomed again in love bubble Folly meant no blow strike to their true love

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Date: 2/4/2018 12:19:00 PM
Beejadhur friend of mine. Love makes time pass, and time makes love pass.
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Beejadhur Sewumber
Date: 2/5/2018 11:08:00 AM
True, my friend. We must avoid folly then. Thank you, dear.
Date: 11/11/2017 9:09:00 PM
Congratulations, Beejadhur. Your poem has great imagery.
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Beejadhur Sewumber
Date: 11/12/2017 12:51:00 AM
Thank you, Line, I like your appreciation.

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