Why call it love and sing about
If it's only in the summer, it sprouts?
Why do we deceive ourselves at pleasure
That there's no winter with censure?
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Part-time love or fair-weather love is no love. True love survives through thick and thin. A well articulated piece written with insight. Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
True love is possible if it happens to both halves otherwise shrinks. Nice poem.