An Ephemeral Thing

It sounds like music without an ending,
with a lively melody and perfect harmony.

It looks like an abstract painting
splashes with colors and mystery.

It tastes like the sweetest honey
that never spoils and lasts forever.

But always remember,
It's just an ephemeral thing:
a love living in a dream.

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