December 26, 2006
Pardon, let this time be a time to heal
Not thy skin’s wounds by thy heart’s
My heart may not be the cure
But there’s a part that can ease the trouble.
Can our hearts be the same in beating?
Can it be the same with the ones we adore?
The hope that this holds speaks both
Our love’s labor and fruit in the future.
Be patient not because love is
Be it for it holds what is best for you
Do nothing to fool love or it might fool us back
Love will always be love after this
When our hearts lie down and rest a little
It gives its best when it wakes.