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Come and gone to me
Love is just a song
We cherish it for what it gives
Taking us to a place we long to relive
And Relive
Giving us chills, and thrills
But like a anxious child
Who’s mind isn’t wrapped around the restraints
It’s body lends
Running eagerly to explore
Inevitably it will take a spill
Now the same chills we once invited
Only relives this gaping emptiness we feel
And although we know one day we shall pass
Death of the body, doesn’t kill this love
As precious as the gift of life is, we can choose to take it
So how more precious is love?
It can be cut down, in our minds we can abhor it, deplore it
But it lives on,
Time mends the broken hearted
But it will never take you back to where you started
Love is like a song.
A favorite song revisited still etched in your mind
May not get a play
But those words and what they once meant
Won’t be forgotten.

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