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Lesson 6 assignment; Fund. of Poetry. |
| The Problem With Love "Will you love me forever?" I asked him one time. "Forever," he said to me. Me, being honest, believed in him. Him? He was wild and free. Free, he thought, to do whatever he wanted; wanting was too much for me. "Wanting" is "doing" with a little less action, action's to exciting you see. See, life is short, and I want to be loved. "Loving," he told me, "is easy." Easy enough to fall into doubt, doubting you'll ever be free. |