Love is no more. <br />It died as the mind dies: the pure desire <br />Relinquishing the blissful form it wore, <br />The ample joy and clarity expire. <br /> <br />Regret is vain. <br />Then do not grieve for what you would efface, <br />The sudden failure of the past, the pain <br />Of its unwilling change, and the disgrace. <br /> <br />Leave innocence, <br />And modify your nature by the grief <br />Which poses to the will indifference <br />That no desire is permanent in sense. <br /> <br />Take leave of me. <br />What recompense, or pity, or deceit <br />Can cure, or what assumed serenity <br />Conceal the mortal loss which we repeat? <br /> <br />The mind will change, and change shall be relief. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Gnute<br /><br />Edgar Bowers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amor-vincit-omnia/
