They do say old love never rusts.

From a purely technical standpoint I guess one could take issue with the inconsistency in form from verse to verse, but I don't really see the point of that. Actually, this is something I might consider taking to a poetry slam. It has a pretty nice mixture of immediately obvious imagery that you can just pick up as you pass each line and space for expanding thought. To go off at a tangent, a bit like the same feel I went after when talking about the night in, well, Night. Yea, with some thought given to performance, it could do quite well on a stage.

However, I still can't seem to get used to the word rapeseed. The clash in mental images I get from that word.

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