 | Time, is a gift, as is love.
Each can be a curse, or a blessing from above
Sometimes, time is kind, and brings people closer together, or mends broken hearts
But sometimes, time can be cruel,
Who knows when love may start, or when lives will part?
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Or does it simply encourage us to wander?
Love for us was not so kind, and could not grow in such little time.
Ya know, it’s funny; it was so short, that I know not what we had,
Yet leaving you, still somehow makes me sad
But I’ll hold on to this hope, even with the pain
The meeting you was for a reason; that knowing you was not in vane.
So, until we meet again, I send you this my special friend.
Keep hoping through the sorrows, and singing through the rain
Smiling through the troubles, and laughing through the pain.
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