Love Poem: How Fickle Is Love
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Written by: Gershon Wolf

How Fickle Is Love

As the violins soar, her poor heart sinks
  Music can't reach her, now she's unlinked
Yesterday life was vibrant and bright
  Today's plunged in darkness, without any light

She sits in the audience, glum as can be
  A melody throbs in her heart -- Woe is me
How fickle is love, how impermanent passion
  Turns day into night, the sun's face ashen