poem

Sunday, March 13, 2005

A mighty pain to love it is,
And ’t is a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.

a friend shared this poem with me... it is by Abraham Cowley(1618-1667)... i just love the way the rhyme goes... it's like a tongue twister... the more you repeat it... the harder it gets... sometimes you feel like you're getting used to it and then...all of a sudden... you make a mistake... isn't that how love is...

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