by Dee Newman
An affair, once it’s been fed and nourished,
Invariably becomes less intense.
Affections soon fade that once flourished
When desire dulls into indiff’rence.
And though, passions frequently perish
Once lust’s sordid longings surrender,
All that we truly love and cherish
Will, forever, stay warm and tender.
For true Love is not like the morning dew
That glistens on the meadow and then
With the sun’s heat disappears into
Thin air, as if it had never been.
So why, with just the twilight of the dawn,
Must the love we shared forever be gone?