To all wounds of the heart,

Time is the antidote.

Designed like a coat

Soothing the pain as it impart


It is nonpareil

It understands what you want

As time acts more than a confidant

Even pharmaceutics can’t heal


You can depend

Your heart to mend

By time it rectifies

As time flies

The heart that was once broken,

Is now ready to love again.

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