The Trajectory Of Love


After the thrill, love grows or goes,
It thickens and deepens, or fades away,
It coils into a knot, or loosen and breaks,
It flows and grows, or dwindle and die,
It flourish and burnish, or it's razed and burnt,
It sweetens and and gladens, or becomes bilious and toxic,
It deals and heals, or bleeds and kills,
After a while, love takes a turn,
It just never stay the same.

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