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Where art thou love that fades so fast?
Cold winds of winter solstice blew the night.
Every flake is a resemblance of trust;
It falls and breaks like a familiar sight.
When my love fails, shall I not mourn?
Shall your eyes wander in me or the leaves of fall?
Floating down as if I'm not torn,
Those despairs love hath given me all.
If love was not as conventional as spring,
Shall I not compare thee to a flower?
Thou art unlike, the life you can't bring
Then love passed by, now its time for summer.
For thy love fades like a season
And comes back for a certain reason.
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A sonnet I wrote in 9th grade.
Live and love.
