At your convenience?
At my convenience?
Is love such a frivolous thing?
Often notoriously fragile,
Sometimes an illusion-
About which the poets,
Rock and pop stars sing-
So much joy or pain to be discovered:
Something that might last forever:
Or turn into so many broken hearts,
Where the pieces can never be recovered:
And placed together again....
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