When love comes what’s the use of words?
It fixes the pain of sharping swords.
It makes the night come to a day
As beating of time becomes only delay.
If love would never leave us we wouldn’t know the grief,
The suffering, the motion, the ending, the relief.
If hearts were never broken
No joy was in the mending,
If love were never here
You wouldn’t see an ending.
People change and feelings pass
As time does its true magic
Wounds are healed, our life is blooming….
When love comes again
There’s no words to describe it.