Love is a feeling, an action, a word,
Ingrained into each moment we breathe.
Every hour spent, in the company that,
Someday in the future we'll grieve.
People speak about death,
For it's inevitable for all,
But they never tell you,
The truth of the fall.
From joy to sadness.
From love, to
Abandonment.
Every hour spent in love,
Is another tear shed.
Every memory that you make,
Begins to bring dread,
Knowing.
Knowing.
That one day it won't hurt.
You'll accept it as it is,
Inevitable, unavoidable,
Finding peace but never letting go
Of the love, the laughter, the joy,
That leaves you broken and undone.