Real love means being vulnerable
Opening my heart might leave me bruised
True love means laying down my life
To choose another’s good
Real love makes me take chances
Against the worst of odds
It’s a rose grown by the well-traveled path
Blooms though it may be under-trod
Barely grown, yet standing at the alter
We were so young then, all those years ago
White with innocence and green with youth
So much life to come - what did we know?
My soul has become languid
All passion lies dormant in my soul
Chilly winds have made me cold
Threatening to consume me whole
I’ve lost my taste, I hope for good
My soul is weary of things that don’t last
Wasting time on things like sand
One day here, the next withered like grass
Life is ever fleeting, blowing by
It goes as quickly as the wind
The days pass like minutes
Soon they all will meet an end
When all my days are totaled
What will their measure be?
Did invest only a few days
Or all my life in eternity?
Few are the days on earth
Blink and they are done
Each day counts forever
No undoing what's been done
When my heart finds stillness
For what purpose was it beating?
Was it for the one thing that matters
Or was my life merely fleeting?
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