by JB Nuique
The paintbrush, broken and gone.
The artwork had an owner in town.
Oh dear! What a tragedy to behold.
We will keep it until we are old.
The beau found a beautiful wife.
The belle started a new life.
How painful! They drifted apart.
Woe to their forgotten one heart.
I believe, forever isn't true.
You don't have enough time, I tell you.
Treasure every moment that you have, my love.
You would never know when to lose your beloved.