Hopes die; <br />dreams fall; <br />and, subtlest stroke of all, <br />love sharply, cruelly, hides her face, <br />lives lost within the mind a space; <br /> <br />until one day in presence new, <br />love - whose love was ever true - <br />leaves the cold, hard, hungry heart <br />and plays love's everlasting part; <br />and once again, the wiser we... <br />are wild and bold again <br />and fools again; <br />so, love<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0170-love/
