Time is the enemy of all things including man
especially to those without a promise.
Time heals all wounds, takes away the hurt.
The same holds true for love and a fondness
without nourishment these cannot flourish.
Oh! how well I know these human traits to be.
Chosen to play the dreamer by my own design
history will record it portrayed well by me.
What more can be said to one's own heart
when it is two that is needed to share.
So much written on a woman's virtue
not lost in you, well worth the time spared
though now you have none for me...I do confess;
your deafening silence is more than I can bear.
DionWorx
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