Rondel

I wish that love was everything
We needed, and could dwell within:
We’d always have a song to sing,
We’d stick together, tape and pin

No matter what fate life might bring;
Though frames grow fat and mem’ries, thin –
I wish that love was everything
We needed, and could dwell within.

But out back, past the rusting swing,
The grass, it withers; weeds begin –
Where once burned passion clandestine
There in the mud, a golden ring:
I wish that love was everything

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