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Love's beauty must fade to allow it to bloom,
Or be a thistle; taken for granted to soon.
Walk ahead of your mind your future to grasp,
And you'll lose what you are; the results of your past.
Loves flower doth take a long time to grow,
It must weather all seasons; not one season you know.
It must weather the snow the sun and the rain,
The mud and the mire the possible pain.
For if it cannot retain some of its initial hot fire,
Then God greatest gift will one day expire.
For love that is lost was not love at all,
But desire and lust at a temporary ball.
So take care, my brothers and sisters in lust,
Because it's not about love but counterfeit trust.
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