How do you know? Until you try,
wither a thing is to live, grow or die.
How will it end with ecstasy or tears.
Pain, Joy, Laughter or Fears.
Wither some thing, is meant to be,
Wrapped in love or too soon set free
A song in your head, a knife thru your heart
the love of your life or two torn apart.
Its never easy when you are faced,
with a decision to run or a leap of faith.
How will it be?, who can say?
a cold winter's night or a warm spring day?
Hearts beating wildly, separately, yet as one.
Who knows how it ends?, when all is done.
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