A lost love,
is never found.
Tears are shed,
and hit the ground.
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Life goes on,
with a broken heart,
and piece by piece,
you fall apart.
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You're on the brink,
of ending it all.
But the hands of love,
break your fall.
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A new love is found,
with those outreached hands.
But can easily slip and fall,
like grains of beach sand.
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Hold it close,
treasure it dear.
Think of your love,
and keep it near.
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Tell the ones you love,
that you love them everyday.
At any given time,
in any given way.
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Love is a treasure,
not often found,
but our hearts beat as one,
such a bittersweet sound.
~*~ Jill ~*~