It's better late than never
to tell me how you feel
though it seemed that forever
our love to last was real.
To remember all those times
when we were together
is to hide our loveless crimes
Pure Love had to sever.
On the spur of that moment
which now has come to pass
by love's ill-fated foment
causing such an impasse.
If we both had the courage
to look into our heart
so as not to encourage
each other to depart.
But love cannot be denied
what its seeking to find
a union which was espied
before it became blind.
From within its depth rises
that feeling to express
devoid of compromises
with True Love none the less.
Could there ever really be
a love that's so sublime -
beyond what most people see
which comes from the Divine?
In the flash of an instant
when someone least expects
Grace bestows Love to supplant
what less love it detects.
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
It's better late than never
to tell me how you feel
though it seemed that forever
our love to last was real.
To remember all those times
when we were together
is to hide our loveless crimes
Pure Love had to sever.
On the spur of that moment
which now has come to pass
by love's ill-fated foment
causing such an impasse.
If we both had the courage
to look into our heart
so as not to encourage
each other to depart.
But love cannot be denied
what its seeking to find
a union which was espied
before it became blind.
From within its depth rises
that feeling to express
devoid of compromises
with True Love none the less.
Could there ever really be
a love that's so sublime -
beyond what most people see
which comes from the Divine?
In the flash of an instant
when someone least expects
Grace bestows Love to supplant
what less love it detects.
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