Coming at an end, the lovers
Are exhausted like two swimmers. Where
Did it end? There is no telling. No love is
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I don't know what to say. He doesn't sound like a man who'd ever had a satisfying session of love making. How sad. Brave though to admit it.
love is Like an ocean with the dizzy procession of the waves' boundaries From which two can emerge exhausted, nor long goodbye Like death... very fine poem. tony