In Its Own Time
The heart longs most of the time
But it cannot get it all
Not because it is the most impossible but it just cannot
Not that it is an act of greed
But it longs to be happy
Not that it is out selfishness
But a want, a desire that burns
We all fight for what we need
And it all sprouts from the heart
Just as the flowers blossom out of their buds
Just as the rose magnifies its beauty over time
So does the urge burn in the heart
Only for the mind to notice and react
Not that all the desires are justifiable
But the purest out of all matters the most
We all have been there and suffer the melody
Anxious for the cause and patient for the right
Once upon a time it all begins
And the end stamps the reality
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