A beautiful poem.
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Does love get tired? Certainly (or not). But it’s beauty never fades, never tires of a guest to share of its fame, or it’s gloom or its expanse. All I am saying is that love always wants to share, and waits daily for who to share with – share the steps and if you choose to count, you may never get to nineteenth. One might even be too much and it doesn’t seem to follow nominal values.
Many thanks for your comment. Best, Kevin