“love is not love. . .”

I don’t know, Willy:
unless a tailor
adjusts a seam
the suit does not fit.
Many ships are fixed
on silent sea floors;
stars whirl above them
lost and unconcerned.
Youth and beauty change
as love changes too;
love alters as life
alters with us all.
If this be error?
Our loves will tell.
(April 26, 2013)

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