We are a liars, because <br />the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, <br />whereas letters are fixed, <br />and we live by the letter of truth. <br />The love I feel for my friend, this year, <br />is different from the love I felt last year. <br />If it were not so, it would be a lie. <br />Yet we reiterate love! love! love! <br />as if it were a coin with a fixed value <br />instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lies-about-love-2/
