Saturday, November 7, 2009

A Twice-Told Tale

The love I felt for her was a twice-told tale
Forever told. Exciting at the start,
Quite boring in the middle
And, like smoke in the air,
At the end vanished without flair.

And then new loves are quite exciting though
Destined to die in the darkness of night.
Yet, without these repetitions,
What value does life have
But time-consuming tedium?

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