To pen the first love letter, time is a river,
time is a river.
For new fledglings to take flight, a season's quiver,
time is a river.
To pen the first love letter, time is a river.
It wasn't the body, but to their heart's core,
a journey immense, time to explore.
A journey immense, time to explore.
To pen the first love letter, time is a river.
When knots entwine, be it bond or twine,
though efforts we pour, unraveling’s slow design.
Unraveling’s slow design.
To pen the first love letter, time is a river.
The cure for the soul's wounds, we did find,
but deep scars to mend, leave time behind.
Deep scars to mend, leave time behind.
To pen the first love letter, time is a river.
For new fledglings to take flight, a season's quiver.
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