We are a liars, because
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow,
whereas letters are fixed,
and we live by the letter of truth.
The love I feel for my friend, this year,
is different from the love I felt last year.
If it were not so, it would be a lie.
Yet we reiterate love! love! love!
as if it were a coin with a fixed value
instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud.
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Comments1Wow, this poem is kinda confusing and not really my cup of tea. It seems like it's trying to say that love changes over time and that's okay, but the way it's written just makes it hard to understand. I feel like there are better poems out there that can express the same idea in a much simpler way. Anyway, just thought I'd share my thoughts since everyone has different tastes!