What would I ask Life
If I met her one day?
Why couldn’t you make Love stay?
Wasn’t your spring young enough
To defeat autumn’s blight?
Could the summer flowers not
Sustain the winter night?
Could your cyclic seasons
Leave no hope for Love’s heart?
Could reincarnation
Not prevent you to part?
Were the dreams that you dreamed,
At the dawn of childhood,
Bitter as Time to die
As all sad mortals should?
Or were you just too vain
To labor for love
As a good lover should?
Was love not the lover
You hoped he would be,
And you got abused by Hope
And Love’s own vanity?
Were you too busy with Time
Neglecting love’s demand?
Was Time deceitful enough
To keep you in demand?
If everything’s a cycle
And what was now is,
What the past hides away
The present always sees,
I ask of you, dear Life,
After all that you give,
You end up with just you,
What makes you want to live?
Hearts Still Care 
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