For love can turn to hate, and hearts to stone;
A joyous smile may twist to dreadful frown
And sweetest hopes can darken to a moan—
Within pure truth, dark lies may still be found.
The best perceived may yet become the worst;
The surest victory fall to rank defeat;
The staunchest friendship may, with time, be cursed;
Great fortunes razed to dismal and ruin complete.
Thus with bright light comes sable shadows deep;
Even golden sunshine yields to rain;
Into the roses’ heart, vile insects creep;
And wicked Time makes beauty seem profane.
But my love for you ever will stay strong;
Though Time conspires to make each right a wrong.

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