Time Heals All Wounds

Give it a day, or two; a week, a month, a year;
A year seemed like such a long time, 'til the time drew near;
Near to their hearts, his love felt again at last;
At last he returned; this familiar blast from the past.
The past was filled with memories, both bad and good.
Good memories are what kept their hearts, always where it should.
Should have been more patient, should have left him alone;
Alone just appeared to be so unbeknown.
Unbeknown to them maybe his heart did feel;
Feel the pain he inflicted; a pain so real.
So real are the memories of the life he did live.
He lived his life to the fullest, but himself he wouldn't give.
Give it a day, a week, a month, a year;
A year seemed like too much time;
Too much time to waste living in fear;
Fear that her life's one true love had bitten off too much pride;
Pride he now chose to swallow, when his life changed with the tide.
The tide came in and pulled him to his conscience hidden deep;
Deep beneath his fested anger and promises he couldn't keep.
He couldn't keep punishing his own for mistakes he knew deep down he'd made.
He'd made a whole mess of things, but their love he'd never trade.
Never trade unconditional love for material things or cheap thrills.
Cheap thrills can never replace the way true love always fulfills.