Love Isn’t Passion Alone

As often as waves kiss the shore, it must know by now that a kiss isn’t a promise to stay. Likewise all the fiery passion of the sun cannot prevent Winter snow from killing warm growth. If true love dies, it dies faithful. You are in the roots of me. Like new leaves, and in waves, you return.

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