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No further words the poet speaks
No skies of golden hue
No tales of unrequited love
They were lost when I lost you.

No words to caress his lover’s heart
gone to dreams he swore they’d live
alone within - the poet dwells
No uttered words left to give.

No music swells within his soul
Just silence surrounds his heart
the solitude engulfs his world
When the poet and love depart.

And lost the beauty he once could see
the glory he saw each passing day
Now the poet pens his last farewell
No more love can the heart convey.

But what’s the poet’s soul to do?
To release the love he feels
For he’ll surely die and wither
If that love he now conceals.

He must hide the hurt and heartache,
Just smile to friends and say
“I’m fine love doesn’t matter”,
And deceive them all that way.

For a different face he’ll show them
To barricade his unruly pain
To hide his shattered spirit
From the love he ne’er attained.

The pain within shall kill him
Not soon but through the years
For the poet knows his anguish
When alone - he sheds her tears.

At night when dreams come calling,
With her voice, her smile, her eyes
A single tear upon his cheek
Hides the pain his heart belies.

For he loved her soul completely
Was consumed by beauty's bliss
Had shared her inner thoughts
But never shared her kiss.

So when death comes to the poet
And to heaven his soul ascends
He’ll smile before her beauty
For eternity never ends.

So will the poet regret the life
Which stole away the years?
No he’ll simply recall the love
He felt in all her tears.

When his love has joined him,
they meet in heaven’s bliss,
Their regrets will quickly perish
As they kiss their first kiss.

The words will quickly flow again
From my thoughts, to hand, to book
I’ll not write of God or Heaven
When upon your precious face I look.

So the poet’s again a poet
For the words were always there
I just didn’t see much beauty
When your love I couldn’t share.

So their souls find the love at last
That in life they could not seek
The poet soon finds the words in you
The words he could not speak.