Through it

Not over but through
A river to wade
Neck deep, straining for air

Just the sight of morning dew
Tears fall, an emotional cascade
Drowning in the loss of a love so rare

But, love lost isn’t true
Transformed, it never fades
Friends for life, if you dare

Embrace what’s new, let go too
See the bonds forever made
Find joy in the love that’s there

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3 Responses to Through it

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  2. Deb says:

    A magnificent, rare love is a cwtch, which protects & has become indelibly linked with your heart, even as the lover has been absent.

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