I heard some wise words years ago
When chatting with my friends,
That we never know when love begins
But we sure know when it ends.
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I have often come to question
If this statement’s really true,
And at this stage of my journey,
I’m still searching for a clue.
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I wish that love was just like books
With a clear ending defined,
Or when someone is out of sight
They are also out of mind.
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But there will always be that someone
Who from the first day that we met
Will become such a big part of us
That we never can forget.
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Some people have a magic gift
To touch our body, mind and soul.
They heal our broken pieces
And they help us to feel whole.
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There are sometimes outside factors
In this game of love and lust
That slowly seep into our cracks
Casting shadows on our trust.
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There’s something sad but ironic
That I’m finding hard to shake.
The place that caused our paths to cross
Is part of what made us break.
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I’ll miss your tales of piccolos,
I’ll miss your healing touch,
I really hope you know, deep down
I enjoyed our time so much.
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It would be so much easier
If we could just forget the past,
But while some seeds will bloom just once,
There are deeper ones that last.
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So, even if our time’s run out
And it feels like we should part.
Just know if we don’t speak again
You are always in my heart.
