LOVE and TIME

My brother, don’t love too long:
I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of style
Like the cut of a coat.
All through our youthful years
Neither could have known
Their own thoughts could change
We were so much at one.
But O, in a minute she changed-
O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of style
Like the cut of a coat

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About silwaxxy2013

Civil Engineer in the making, moved like a kite in the wind
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