46. The days are too short even for love;
how can there be enough time for quarrelling.
— Margaret Gatty
In
days of love, the hours fly by so fast,
The
minutes dance away, like snow in the blast.
The
hours are short, the moments too brief,
And
yet, we find time to quarrel and grieve.
The
sun sets swift, the night descends so soon,
And
with it comes the end of our sweet boon.
The
stars appear, the moon glows bright,
But
our love, like the day, is lost in the night.
Oh,
how we yearn for more time to share,
To savor
each kiss, to heal each care.
But
alas, the days are too short and brief,
And
our love, like a flame, is hard to redeem.
So
let us cherish each moment we have,
And
make the most of our fleeting love.
For
in the end, it is not the time we have,
But
the love we share, that truly matters and shines.
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