Love’s lost and gone,
departed with the last rays
of the setting sun.
In a fleeting moment,
burning red lust disappears,
left behind is a murky dusk,
then a cold dark.
A lukewarm kiss on the cheek,
only a dying imprint
of the warmth it used to be.
Fond memories carry tears,
and unpleasant memories, anger.
My world is changed, forever—
With the rising sun, a fresh day
has dawned upon my soul,
A new beginning.
And now, when I read your letter,
your first profession of love
to me, I can only smile.
For it invokes memories of
our childish puppy-love fun
of yesterday,
forever close to my heart.
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