Lost love is ideal, put on a pedestal, never gathering dust or black marks
For always there will be greater and lesser than myself
You learn to love
or
Does it come in a package of forevers?
Half of me has yet to learn
Forever Love is yet to be known
my last of breath is deep, with yet a simple me of yet to please
Love however deep
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