What is all but Love?

Temperamental yet poised,
Fragile yet unyielding,
Relenting to circumstances, perishes in jeopardy,
Remnants of memories I behold in circumspect,
Muses in retrospect.
What is all but Love, that I once held with regard but had come to regret.
What is all but Love, that I once held in bona fide but is indeed a fradulency.
What is all but Love, for its existence ceased the day you left a crease in me.
There are no reasons for anything, because everything is just Love it is.

Wei Wen
Indulging in reminiscence...

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