Some Loves are Made of this and No-thing More David J Walker It was never meant to Last even one day longer Some loves are made of this and No-thing more And I knew it would become my museum when I entered the door and returned to pretend again and again it could have been my prison if I let it could be the cell that I pace and fret it could have been a paroled portion of my life in debt to another some-days love becomes a sacrifice some-times a monument to dispensation clemency amnesty forbearance remission vindication Some loves are made of this and No-thing more