| When love is new, it brings such joy. You play so coy and have such trust, amidst the lust. As time goes on, those feelings fade. The love you made. Excitement wanes, within our brains. You want to bring it back again. Remember when. You smile, the thought, memory brought. Attempt at Minute Poem 12 LInes - 70 syllables - iambic meter, 3 stanzas aabb |