Where does love go?
Does it leave the soul and the mind?
Oh, tell me where my parents keep it!
How can you make it last for all time?
Does each and every love has an expiry date?
Do we lose touch of what we want,
the second we touch what we have wanted?

I swore I loved you,
with fibres and atoms colliding,
I denied my own minds plea,
to fall into an abyss with you.
I swear, I swear I love you,
but you were more beautiful yesterday.

Rachel Henley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-beautiful-yesterday/