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"The Art Of Love"

It was easy I thought
When love was new
Passion's flame held out forgiving arms
Each line you etched across my heart
A masterpiece —
A collage of clothes 
Like bread crumbs followed you
And toothpaste lids stuck in the drain
Drove me insane
I hung my stockings on the shower door 
And left wet footprints for you to follow 
And steamed the mirror
Just before your shave
Time my love
Ignored these little traits
As years flew by we compromised a bit
And you forgave and I forgave
It is not easy I thought
Love has aged and passion's flame...
Grows dim
Each line you etch across my heart
Now abstract —
Perhaps by some not looked upon as art,
But priceless all the same to me.

Author:
"Signaler"
A writer at Spyder's Poetry Empire^®