A Paradox of Love
How can it be?
They were once lovers intent on solving the riddle of forever.
Time was the mere scent of one, aroused the other
and they clung together like peach and stone.
How can it be as time passed, such love was lost?
How did what was become unthinkable?
When did the passion of love serve up malevolence?
What paradox now leaves two enigmatic lovers
with a secret neither knows?
Look both ways on the road of love.
The past is not the future. The present is not forever.
Mind the gaps for the riddle of discontent.
Our Literary Journey 
How sad when it turns to this. No one starts off with the belief things will eventually sour.
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Dear Bill,
When you’re young and so in love you can’t imagine that passion turning to hate. But oh, it happens. Well done. Love the analogy of peach clinging to stone.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Beautifully written, Bill. Sadly, that is the least desirable outcome for a loving relationship. Such is the paradox of love.
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Love is certainly a paradox wrapped up in a mystery!
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Beautifully written, Bill. Sadly, that is the least desirable outcome for a loving relationship. Such is the paradox of love.
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