Not as Some Loves
by LateNiteFantasy©
Sometimes, some loves will merely drop away—
indifference will most any love condemn.
It's best that some loves die, and then decay.
Sometimes, contention sends weak loves astray,
and love grows stagnant, dull, before the end.
Sometimes some loves will merely drop away,
but not a proper love, a love for which we pray,
one that is fervent, and never needs amends.
It's best that some loves die, and then decay.
Our love's not weak. It's firm. Yes, others say
that they'll be always joined. But that's pretend.
Sometimes some loves will merely drop away.
That's not our love. Ours is the only way
to make us whole, both as lovers and as friends.
It's best that some loves die and then decay.
At end our love is sure. Again I say
our love is straight, is pure—our love won't bend.
Sometimes some loves will merely drop away.
It's best that some loves die and then decay.
