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Evolution Of The Heart
Author: Mark Spencer

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Through the ageless years untold,
In those fabled days of old,
There was a treasure to behold,
More precious than the purest gold.

Romance thrived throughout the years,
A mighty force without peer,
But love is nearly gone, I fear.
While in Heaven, there falls a tear.

The evolution of the heart,
Is forcing romance to depart.
True love is a dying art,
As people drift farther apart.

Now as the present days unfold,
Love is something bought and sold.
Time has made our hearts grow cold,
The only fire, the love of gold.

Innocence has passed away,
As chivalry is held at bay.
When did we start to go astray,
And forget the love of bygone days?

We only have ourselves to blame,
For turning love into a game.
And life will never be the same,
Once we snuff out true love's flame

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Wayfarer (152.163.253.3) -- Monday, June 23 2003, 01:36 am

Mixed feelings.

I have mixed feelings on this one. My first marriage lasted only 18 months, but my second was 34 years before she passed. I married my first wife for lustful reasons. It didn't last. My second wife I married for love. I see a lot of kids making the same mistake I made the first time around. Too much lust and not enough love. Too much divorce these days.
Justus Isaiah Richardson (152.163.253.3) -- Wednesday, June 25 2003, 11:36 am

Guilty!

Mine lasted 6 years. Married my wife because she was the best sex I ever had, and she looked like Halle Berry. Girl has a demon inside her though! Uuh umm. Yes sir. Five foot four inches, one hundred two pounds of her picked my two hundred and twenty pound butt up and tossed me across the room like I was a GI Joe doll! Voice changed, the whole deal! She swears she don't remember, but it happened. Scared the crap out of me! Two weeks later we filed for divorce. Good poem Rev.

Justus
Ash (65.73.59.236) -- Monday, June 30 2003, 10:47 pm

So True

I'm young but this poem makes a lot of sense. Often People do not realize that love and lust are two different things until after the honeymoon.
 
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