A day we swore to never end.
A love we promised to never break.
A youth we vowed to never leave.
A sign we pledged to forever keep.
Yet with hours the day ended,
With days we drifted apart.
With time our love wore out,
With years we grew alot.
A reason in search of,
How naive were we;
To believe that our forever would actually last.
Naive were we,
To believe that our forever would actually last.
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PoetryNoun (n) - A quality that includes the essential human virtues; compassion and humanity.
