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Clasping goblets
filled with wine
from clustered grapes,
we toasted
to another New Year
of love
and cheer,
beloved
darling.
Little did I know
then,
that we
were toasting
to the inevitable;
the death
of our
love...
Savanah Hindi
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I know well there is no comfort
for this pain of parting: the
wound always remains, but one learns
to bear the pain, and learns
to thank God for what He gave,
for the beautiful memories of
the past, and the yet more
beautiful hope for the future.
Max Muller
I will not let thee go.
I hold thee by too many bands:
Thou sayest farewell, and lo!
I have thee by the hands,
And I will not let thee go.
Robert Bridges
Classical Poets With Poems
Love and Kisses
Love In The City
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