WE are all liars, because
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie
to-morrow,
whereas
letters are fixed,
and we live by the letter of truth.
The love I feel for my friend, this year,
is different from the love I
felt last year.
If
it were not so, it would be a lie.
Yet we re-iterate love! love!
as if it were coin with a fixed
value
instead of a
flower that dies, and opens a different bud.