The Road Goes On

how quickly lives can touch,
it does not take much time,
Just a bit of love, not much,
that molds a heart to mine;

there is a quaint sadness,
when time’s not on your side,
mixed with a strange gladness,
hope left behind to bide;

the road goes on, as does time,
hope moves on, the heart aches,
love promises the sublime,
but seldom gives what it takes…

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