The Songs of Memory
Our love now plays on songs of memory
like perfume of flowers, not meant to last.
Love was smooth as stones polished with emery
yet, scattered as light through a prism's glass.
Like child's sparklers so hot, without flame
too fast it burns to last throughout the night
but I will give my homage just the same
to powers which let our love burn so bright.
Un-worded ending lasted but one hour.
Dividing lives accomplished in one day.
Yet, loves taste never turns from sweet to sour
and precious are the thoughts along the way.
The pathways of life are strewn with such things.
Still essence of our love will never fall
for music of the songs forever rings
and in the tune our love we can recall.
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