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on making love stay. But sometimes isn't that a trap for embitterment, can't we admit our mistakes? I have loved much and deep and often (sometimes several times a day) but don't think me shallow, some of those loves would survive death, if I believed anything survived death. No, my lost loves don't leave a bottomless pit in my heart, they are part of the accumulation of life's love, right alongside its bitternesses and disappointments. A small crit, and I am at a loss for the moment to offer constructive criticism, I feel this might work better with more prosodic qualities, a little more attention to metre, perhaps a dash of alliteration or some irregular rhyme? cheers, Jess