and ill never
find another
like a past
lover
of mine.
never love a lover like I loved
her,
for the lover is not a loved one
of mine
but a kind
that loves, loved, will,
not necessarily
you.
In return
you have not, do not, will..
not necessarily love
her--
the one that loves, loved, or will.
all circumstance, I suppose.
love is but a concept, we might not consistently contextualize,
nor conceive
for I can
no longer
as I
did
once.
Friday, September 24, 2010
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