by DJ Triplett

Created on: October 15, 2008

You feel the ache so deep inside,
Wonder if all you have is pride.
The pain of love, its gentle prick,
Sits in your stomach, like a brick.

The sadness grows, as does a flower,
You wonder when it stops, which hour?
The heart is tender, but also strong,
Eventually you'll find you can get along.

Never fear love's painful thrust,
For within that pain develops trust
Trust in thyself, in love's path,
Until you find the one that lasts.

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