The love that didn’t last forever
is seen as love that wasn’t true.
I treasure, though, our time together
and all the life that we went through.
The love was true, though it fell like a leaf:
A rose is true, although its bloom is brief.
The life that we together built
would wither like a flower,
but though a love in time may wilt,
it still was sweet though it went sour.
The love was true, though it fell like a leaf:
A rose is true, although its bloom is brief.
We yearn for love that’s everlasting,
which won’t with seasons fade,
but love that fell in winter’s blasting
was still a love we made.
The love was true, though it fell like a leaf:
A rose is true, although its bloom is brief.
Mario A.Pita
Snapshot Couplets 