And what is ...

We tell each other "I love you"
But it is a vestigial greeting
Time has dulled its purpose
and silently eroded its meaning

Yes, there is much affection
like old friends co-habiting
A silent language we understood
now much is spent in debating

But we still have each other
and begrudgingly we'll attend
Such is the state of romance
On most days we only pretend

But what is love but a fever
for a few days in ecstasy we burn
the virus then lies dormant inside
for that feeling we forever yearn

The End

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