My love remained unrevealed
A Poem;
Imagined, never created.
An arrow;
Arched never shot
A song;
Hummed, never sung
My love, remained undiscovered
A treasure;
You never cared to find out
A beauty;
You never cared to praise
A feeling;
You never cared to understand
My love remained isolated
An answer;
To the question unasked
A shore;
To the boat never sailed
A quench;
To the thirst unborn.
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