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How to come to terms with the pain inside when hurt goes deep, when hurt spreads wide and where to turn, in whom to confide this was all that remained, for me to decide A decision I made, of which I took in stride though standing there alone, silently, I cried knocking on her door, that cold winter night as soon as I saw her, could not tell if it was right That night was a test, trying to put my pain aside accepting deep in my heart, it might forever reside but the power of these feelings, inside of me took hold consumed by a single desire, with her alone to unfold Eye to eye we did meet, although our words were few telling her of my sorrow, her reaction I then knew those tears in her eyes, hurt me most of all regret for having once left her, how I felt so small Taking her hand in mine, never again to let go kissing her tenderly, irrepressible tears did flow my imprudent heart, would no longer do her wrong whispering to her my love, forever my only song
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
Love Heals All Wounds
How to come to terms with the pain inside when hurt goes deep, when hurt spreads wide and where to turn, in whom to confide this was all that remained, for me to decide A decision I made, of which I took in stride though standing there alone, silently, I cried knocking on her door, that cold winter night as soon as I saw her, could not tell if it was right That night was a test, trying to put my pain aside accepting deep in my heart, it might forever reside but the power of these feelings, inside of me took hold consumed by a single desire, with her alone to unfold Eye to eye we did meet, although our words were few telling her of my sorrow, her reaction I then knew those tears in her eyes, hurt me most of all regret for having once left her, how I felt so small Taking her hand in mine, never again to let go kissing her tenderly, irrepressible tears did flow my imprudent heart, would no longer do her wrong whispering to her my love, forever my only song
I believe Love Is The Greatest of Medicines! This is a short poem about love, mistakes, and a happy ending. Sometimes life looks bleak. There really seems to be no more tomorrow, being unable to find any consolation to your current situation. Then there is still hope. There can still be a "coming to terms" within yourself. And in the end, a happy reconciliation.
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
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