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The weather is not always the same.

In the morning it may rain,

yet in the afternoon

the sun may shine above.

If even Nature's so inconsistent

how can we ask consistency

of love?

Passion one hour, peevishness the next.

by the fickleness of love we're tossed.

Accept this and your love may thrive,

Refuse, it may be lost.

Only those who know that love

is fluid, like a rivulet changing course,

 will keep love alive.

Fail to love another for their moods,

They'll soon stop loving you for yours.