My love for you once was young,
but alas has grown colder
as we grow much older.
Where or where
has our first love gone?
And can it ever become
born again?
All I have left
are the letters
you wrote to me.
This poem is pure
fiction, and not
based upon reality.
Roxanne Dubarry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-2917/