Eternal

by Medusa   Oct 15, 2007


There is an eternal question
to which we wonder why,
we love another so much
only to say goodbye.
For some it's taken seriously,
for other's it just a game.
Who can conquer who
to gain fortune and fame.
Some will eventually fade away,
others will surely last.
While they dream of their future,
or argue of their past.
Some require money,
they need shrimp and the wine.
Some desire quality,
its the companion who is divine.
There is one eternal question,
for centuries we've been blind.
To the answers of love,
are not that hard to find.

Written By: Annalee Locke
1995

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