Sometimes, in life, we say good-bye.
It hurts, it is sad, even when we know why.
Sometimes in life, love goes awry,
And the sting, of the pain,
Can be called many things.
Sometimes in life, we must say good-bye,
Reasons, excuses, there is always a rhyme.
A, he said, she said, game of lies.
It hurts no less, whatever the reason,
Your fault or mine, it is just for a season.
For time will heal your wounded heart,
And your soul, will love again.
One day your love will find you,
Your paths will cross, God will attend.
For He alone, knows your destiny.
Though you choose the path you take,
Without His okay, nothing will stay,
Only with His blessing, and Grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For time will heal your wounded heart, And your soul, will love again. One day your love will find you, Your paths will cross, God will attend Beautiful. But what is god intending for giving you true love, then taking them away yet your still emotionaly strong as ever, yet physically you are apart?