One Does Not See What They Have Lost,
Until One Loses All That They Have,
And Realize It Cannot Be Replaced,
No Matter How Rich They May Be,
Or How Much Money They Spend Trying To Replace It.
Love Is Not Bought.
It Is Earned,
Cherished,
Sought After,
And Treasured Above All Else.
Don't Deny And Throw Away What You Have,
Cause By The Time You Realize How Much They Love You...
It Could Already Be Too Late.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
One Does Not See What They Have Lost,
Until One Loses All That They Have,
And Realize It Cannot Be Replaced,
No Matter How Rich They May Be,
Or How Much Money They Spend Trying To Replace It.
Love Is Not Bought.
It Is Earned,
Cherished,
Sought After,
And Treasured Above All Else.
Don't Deny And Throw Away What You Have,
Cause By The Time You Realize How Much They Love You...
It Could Already Be Too Late.
It's Never to late to go home and forgive who you love,
to Ask them out one more time,
To Bend down on one knee and ask
"Will You Marry Me?"
But don't wait until their Heart is Stolen by Another,
Or until they're 6 Feet Beneath The Ground
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