If there is a healing of broken love, it is not
They tied the eyes, the thorns of the rose prick
Rose, harsh rose. Beautiful rose how can you,
Leave this lover behind, pain so strong?
In the heaven of Chelsea’s eye, a tear
A new frozen stain on her face
Why does the thin grey strand wait to strike?
The broken heart just wishing to heal
Here lies love, too sweet painsong
This is dangerous enough to distruct
Leaving the girl with nothing but her tears.
It takes an Athlete to Dance, but an Artist to be a Dancer. Some people learn how to dance, while others are born to. Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to Dance in the Rain. Dancing with your feet is one thing, Dancing with the Heart is another.
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