I know now it cannot end
Eternity would have to bend
Before our love’s large strength
Which will suffer no reverse
Infinity’s enduring length
Is not as far as love can send
Its message to the universe.
When I remember boyhood dreams I’m sad
That all I would accomplish was not done.
‘Not all’? I might more truthfully say...
No, it could never be the same-
And yet the cherry tree two doors down
Exploded in pink as if to drown...
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