It will pass…
That ache within your heart,
Broken and shattered,
Will not last forever.
Fresh is the memory of goodbye,
Fate deals the hand.
To be judge and juror is in vain,
Destiny will indeed win…
Let time prevail my love,
Watch the sun rise and set.
Smell the roses, watch them bloom,
Let beauty efface the ugliness of your pain.
You will smile again,
You will love again.
Please allow fate to run its course,
Let destiny lead the way.
Life will become beautiful again..
As it has always been,
Let life be good to you.
Give yourself the gift of time…
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2019