The love that fate, in humor,
May grant a younger heart.
Will keep it pure and wholesome,
Though It's been torn apart.
As lost loves still engender
A pain at every turn.
A short term loss of memory
Is but their least concern.
But pleasure, ever present,
As all young lovers know;
When vested in such virgins,
Maintains an afterglow.
And built on firm illusions,
Young lovers, may, in vain;
Find mercy in believing,
Their love may live again.
So easily rekindled,
It only takes a spark.
Ignited by a kind word,
Into a flaming arc.
I caution every lover,
Don't be deceived by this.
It's only an illusion,
And one you should dismiss.
The myth words, here, are written.
A wisdom, best ignored.
The lord of all illusions,
'Lost love, can be restored '.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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