Love?
Love is a question to mark its end
From this question doth mankind descend?
Its pendulum we swing to and fro
Cold in the frost of white snow
Torrid in the heat of fires glow
We melt, we fade, we die
But we shall never ever know why?
Love? are beginning, our end...
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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- quotes about fire
- quotes about beginning
- quotes about death
- quotes about white
- quotes about snow
- quotes about love
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