End Of Love
Those I loved long ago and haven't
seen in many years, I no
longer feel any
thrill,
The ones I loved in years gone past
and are still near, I love now
and always
will.
Time is an eraser of life, it takes fond
feelings and scrubs the
blackboard of
grace,
It is not possible to love forever and
not be close, there is no
love in empty
space.
Yorktown Disciple
Those I loved long ago and haven't
seen in many years, I no
longer feel any
thrill,
The ones I loved in years gone past
and are still near, I love now
and always
will.
Time is an eraser of life, it takes fond
feelings and scrubs the
blackboard of
grace,
It is not possible to love forever and
not be close, there is no
love in empty
space.
Yorktown Disciple
# 12031
Quatrain of End Of Love - 12023 - Yorktown Disciple
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Time
is
an
eraser
of
life
is
an
eraser
of
life