A memory of love.

by Hannah Emellia   Sep 5, 2006


"This love you feel now,
is something of an art,
like a brilliant painting,
all across your heart.

But it's fading fast,
you don't know what to do,
maybe it wont last,
now it's up to you.

Just smile for the good times,
and frown for all the bad,
even if it's gone,
you'll know what you once had."

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  • 16 years ago

    by Jaymes Haze

    If you were going to sustain that the love is a painting in a another poem.
    When it started fading you could introduce someone to refurbish it. I.E. a new love