To change with the seasons,
Was it, our friendship, for?
Memories, as the rose
That greets every season,
Bring feelings of your love,
Every day, without a call.
“T’s forever,” you were sure,
“Forever!” – but needs recall.
Bond goes beyond your word,
Which makes you blind on the past.
Was it love? For love is not true,
When a lie lies in your love!
Love is like a flower,
Rosa, it’s so splendid, until
It’s thrown away, petals apart.
“Mend it not”, for it wants no life!
Your love was lovely, like
The Spring – it’s not forever,
Let your Spring be forever,
I’ll wait for one forever.
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