our love was fast
it was heated
with arguments
and make-ups
it was over
and then
it would start
once more
cigarette-burned fingers fumbling
the wax from the candle
heated
melted
reformed
and
heated again
she handed me
a small wax heart
but love does not
last very long
our love was slow
it was calm
with laughter
and forgiveness
it began
and spanned
an eternity
soil-covered fingers forming
the clay from the earth
soft
malleable
hardened
by the sun
she handed me
a small clay heart
because real love
lasts a very long time
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