Some people know,
What many can't show.
Those who know love,
Know when it is missed.
And, When one has loved...
Someone who has gone,
A sadness within them...
Seems to stay for so long.
No hasty rush to love,
Again...
Is ever talked about,
To listen.
Or consider when mentioned.
No hasty rush to love,
Again...
When a loneliness felt within,
Begins.
Some people know,
What many can't show.
Those who know love,
Know when it is missed.
And there's no,
Hasty rush to love...
Again.
When a loneliness felt,
Within...
Begins!
No hasty rush to love,
Again...
When one has gone,
And love for them never ends!
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