No words

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.

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