Woven Tale of Love
The night Sky glimmer high above,
Radiating hope for the young lover,
Distance seems no problem
While the horizon is beyond their vision.
As each year slips by,
Togetherness becomes lonely thought;
Like a frost within the heart,
A thorn buried deep
The pain is real.
Love's bliss is tinged with painful thought,
It's tale, woven with pain and gain
Echoes through the valleys,
To the far distance.
Night shall pass while the year glides;
In a blink, it'll be fall of winter.
There'll be a pain,
And there'll be smile
Yet Love'll endure it all.
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