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The Dust Of Her Body
We fall in love with someone
And, they become the cycle of first love
The circle of judgment
The gavel by which we condemn others
Because, the excitement of first lovers
Is a standard never again covered by another
Just like fitting truth into a lie
We’re forced with second loves to compromise our hearts
And, just like life after you die
All you can remember are the ones you’ve left behind
It must get easier with every passing year
As the learning curve teaches you to forget
The anniversary of another tooth clicking life’s slow gear away
But, there must be more intended
In this life, than mere pretending
To not remember the one’s you forget to quit remembering
Just like wiping the tears when you cry
The comfort of the moment is lost as the river runs dry
And, just like failing after every try
All you can hope for is a mere bud of the idea to come alive
So, it must get easier with every passing year
For even the scars of winter are hidden by the turning of the clover
And, even the wars of our fathers found forgiveness in our mothers
So, I’ve got to believe that even the loss of a lover
Can be healed by a love that is far and much greater
I’ve just got to have faith that someday I’ll find it in her
The one that the Creator made the dust of her body for
