Love, it's past a memory
it's tomorrows,a dream.
Do I measure my life,
by waves of loves glory?

Do, I rest assured 
it's lived in me,
and accept love in 
it's glorious newness
will come no more?

When years have passed
void of loves devotion,
and sweet attentions
does it cast a shadow,

on to the future?

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