For love can turn to hate and hearts to stone;
As joyous smile may twist unto dread frown;
And sweetest hopes can darken to sad moan,
And in fond truth, black lies may still be found.
The best perceived may yet become the worst;
The surest victory kneel to defeat;
The staunchest friendship may, with time, be cursed;
Great fortunes razed to poverty complete.
Thus with bright light comes sable shadows deep;
As golden sunshine will succumb to rain;
Into the roses’ heart, vile insects creep;
And wicked time, fair beauty will defame;
But my love for you ever will stay strong;
As love so sure, will right each wretched wrong.

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