Love’s Enemy

by on January 19th, 2011
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We once were
a passion statement.
Then time (once my friend)
chiseled away at our happiness.
My cares never focused on confusion;
Resting instead on our contentment.

We once mastered joy.
Placed it where we pleased.
But time (once my friend)
nipped away at our peculiarities,
then drove deep into the heart
of our differences.

Love is
grand and grand.
But time (once my friend)
races with my inner soul;
raising my expectations
to an unreachable level.

Jealousy abounds,
ordered up by impatience.
My calmness falls apart;
My focus turns to grey.
I find myself alone again with
time. (Once my friend)

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