All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
I never felt true love until I was with you,
I never felt true sadness until you left me.
When we broke up I think you took half of my heart with you,
You took the half I need the most..,
Because the half you left is the half that only loves you. . .
