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How Fickle Is Love

As the violins soar, her poor heart sinks Music can't reach her, now she's unlinked Yesterday life was vibrant and bright Today's plunged in darkness, without any light She sits in the audience, glum as can be A melody throbs in her heart -- Woe is me How fickle is love, how impermanent passion Turns day into night, the sun's face ashen

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Paula Goldsmith

Date: 12/21/2021 12:18:00 PM

I love your "How Fickle is Love" write. The answer is very Fickle. Have a Blessed Christmas and 2022.......................

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 12/3/2021 4:03:00 PM

Hello Gershon, How fickle is love? A questkon to ponder. Enjoy your evening my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 12/5/2021 10:14:00 AM

Hello Gershon, a comment poem. clever. Enjoy your day my friend.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/4/2021 5:30:00 PM

Love is as fickle as a baby's tickle. ~ Mr. Pickle

Bill Baker

Date: 12/3/2021 2:46:00 PM

How fickle is love, how impermanent passion This line wins best in the show! Enjoyed reading, "How Fickle Is Love", Gershon. Bill

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/2/2021 8:30:00 PM

Your end rhymes are marvelously penned Gershon.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 12/2/2021 2:22:00 PM

This is such a marvelous, descriptive write of a woman awash in moods that she can't, perhaps, explain. Well done, Gershon. Well done!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/2/2021 8:26:00 PM

Thanks a lot for enthusiasm, Milt.... I'm feeling like a fickle pickle in brine tonight. Tomorrow will be better! Excelsior!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/2/2021 8:25:00 PM

Thanks a lot for enthusiasm, Milt.... I'm feeling like a fickle pickle in brine tonight. Tomorrow will be better! Excelsior!