No one knows the depth of love,
Until the hour of separation,
For all the things you couldn’t stand,
You’ll beg back in desperation,
The grudges and the madness,
Will all suddenly go away,
And the only thing you’ll ache for,
Is to hold them one more day,
Just to show how much you care,
And the joy they make you feel,
And refuse to speak of any hurts,
Since forgiveness helps us heal,
So if your love is still alive,
Yet hostility is in between,
Love them while there’s still a chance,
For there are no time machines.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
No one knows the depth of love,
Until the hour of separation,
For all the things you couldn’t stand,
You’ll beg back in desperation,
The grudges and the madness,
Will all suddenly go away,
And the only thing you’ll ache for,
Is to hold them one more day,
Just to show how much you care,
And the joy they make you feel,
And refuse to speak of any hurts,
Since forgiveness helps us heal,
So if your love is still alive,
Yet hostility is in between,
Love them while there’s still a chance,
For there are no time machines.