white cotton

They say that love is as strong as steel,

I think it to be stronger –

However, I find it can be inexorably cruel –

But also, remarkably kinder.

I speak only from personal strife,

in which love has torn me to shreds –

And I only speak from my personal life,

where love still makes my bed.

Isn’t it strange how it goes?

All is lost but not forgotten –

Yet your face eludes me,

wiping my past in white cotton.


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