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Sonnet 48,308


The crimson villains o’er the life-green seethe,
Portending inescapable demise.
Where Autumn doth its fatal vapors breathe,
All that once thrived inexorably dies.
A solitary leaf clings to its base,
As clings it to a vain, familiar dream
That Fate might fail to pluck it from its place—
But Death is perfect picking out its team.
Ah Love, how, like the leaf, it knows not Death;
Knows not it shall’st begin anew in May,
Yet like the leaf, it soon shall’st fade of breath
And be reborn to wish for endless stay.
In Love, as life, this truth be at the core:
Forever’s just a word and nothing more.