PERHAPS THEN, IN ANOTHER TIME AND PLACE
Perhaps then, in another time and place
Could we these many misfortunes withstand
And reap such contentment and love and grace,
Would allow each other to understand:
That no beauty may complete beauty keep
Nor any love perfect passion maintain;
For all hearts tire, and so, weariness reap
Or fall apart when they pressure sustain.
Such is the way our loves have pretented
To be alive when no longer living;
Such deception, so fully intended
To stay ever in love, and so, forgiving!
Forgiving of faults we never foretold,
Our love, now doomed, from misfortunes we hold!
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