*Ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth until the hour of seperation*



I never knew that I
could love the way
I loved you
I never knew I
could cry,
The way I cried,
until I lost you;
until they told me, that you died.
I never knew love, could hurt,
the way it did.
I never knew love, would work
against the grain,
until I realized
I'd never see you again.
I never knew pain, until love,
imprinted me with it's stain.
I never knew love's depth
until I hit it's current
and had to swim.
I never knew love's warmth
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My hatred couldnt grasp love's concept