Three
words:
‘I love you’
A knee-buckling sensation
More
about your beauty than you
‘I miss(ed) you’
Forever isn’t
‘till death do us part’
And
death is often misunderstood
It
is the absence of life: in me, you or us
‘I hate you’
The Present: A thin line
between yesterday and the morrow; hate
and love
Life:
a compendium of transient moments;
Held
in place by the fetters of time
Three words:
‘You are history’
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