Leopards never change their spots.

All good things, like love,

They will eventually rot.

If love is unchanging

Like a leopard’s spots,

Won’t it be boring

Until the day it rots?

Love is like a leopard

In the sense that it is only

Mortal.

Its cries for help will not be heard

When its time has finally come:

Love is like a leopard’s spots,

For it too has patterns unique to all

Who happen to bear it.

Some love will never fall,

Never rot,

Never change like a leopard’s spots,

But some love will.

Some love is not strong

Enough to hold on

For very long,

So it rots,

Unlike a leopard’s

Unchanging spots.