True love in it's prime is a beautiful thing
It's praises in poetry and song we do sing
But the great joy of love sometimes does end in tears
And the ache of lost love it can linger for years
The cross of unrequited love a love that is not rare
Of all of loves crosses the heaviest to bear
Forsaken in love have led some to suicide
And of love ache it is known that some even have died
The joy of love that does begin with a kiss
And that leads to moments of passion joy and bliss
Can often end in heartache and years of woe
Fifty years of love few are privileged to know
True love for many does not last a lifetime
Though love has been honoured in story, song and rhyme.
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