Time
To all wounds of the heart,
Time is the antidote.
Designed like a coat
Soothing the pain as it impart
It is nonpareil
It understands what you want
As time acts more than a confidant
Even pharmaceutics can’t heal
You can depend
Your heart to mend
By time it rectifies
As time flies
The heart that was once broken,
Is now ready to love again.
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