Believe me when I tell you
I hear my old heart ache
Every time it pumps blood
Whenever it’s awake
It’s because it’s missing
A very precious part
This distance’s like a dagger
Cutting it apart
Well there’s very little
For us now to do
We’ll have to bide our time and
Pass this tough phase too
Yes I know it’s trying
Hold on to what we’ve got
Tomorrow we’ll be stronger
For today that we have fought
It brings a smile to my face
To think of what is next
Future’s stretched out his arms
It is for our best
With all the little memories
This love will grow so strong
Nothing will ever stop us
As we love, sing this song

Thanks for your visit to my brief haiku. It’s plain from your work that poetry is indeed the language of the heart.
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Indeed it is!
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How do you write so effortlessly
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