No amount of career success
Or financial gain
Will ever amount to loving someone
And to have the love returned
The whimsy and wonder
Of a new leaf turned over
the moment where our eyes locked
And our hearts let us know
To grow and cultivate a shared story
The tale of our love, kismet for you and me
It reminds me why no one else ever worked
Because in the deepest corners of my heart
The waiting would prove it's worth
To have loved and lost is the sharpest pain
But to have not loved at all,
A soul dwells in perpetual rain.
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