Love Thyself
Time has come to pull together
No magic tricks for love will weather
The storm raging round battered hearts
Rebuild upon what drive imparts
There is no way to befriend broken
Ruthless will mute what should be spoken
But not today, for can has come
Supporting cause yet to be won
River of tears will drown the old
Patience shall open the ancient scrolls
Keeping divine what should have been
A better day all yours to win
Begin anew and one shall reap
The seed one sows to help complete
The inner peace that comes not cheap
Fortunes untold earning it's keep
The plan to start within ones self
Loving becomes ones greatest wealth
Before spreading what one yearns to
A better half to help make two
Time and distance will befall faith
Making one feel maybe too late
But if this love was meant to be
Embrace what you today can't see
For in the end there too begins
The possible that could have been
Your one true chance at happiness
Win or lose once thought as hopeless
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