Writer, Poet, Social Commentator
Not because our love waxed cold
Nor for the longings of memories old.
Not of the rot of time’s decay
Nor the silence of naught to say.
Paul hath planted; Apollos watered not
No beauty to ‘dorn our gloomy lot.
I have sighed; and heard you cough
But hearts have ne’er known love so tough.
As the daisies grew…
This immortal love waned too.