From beginning to end there was love
this we know.
At a nights fall a dove flew,
she had to grow.
All that was built was falling and a return was long gone.
Time was of essence and no more words were needed,
Strange auras were afloat and all was lost.
Pain now fills one and regret fills another,
Soon truth will prevail and all will be at rest.
Untill it sheds some light one must forget,
One must forgive and see that no matter what
There was love beginning to end.