You don't know
from countless hours
of drowning in her words
A loving gift of written dreams, secret fears
erotic passions...
Reflections of destiny's hand
so carefully imagined in prose and promise
Her poetry
You don't feel
from standing, embracing
no space between
One moment to last lifetimes;
infinite unquenchable fires
intertwined with a peaceful calm
derived from a kiss -
a single kiss
Her desire
And you don't see
from a million and four stars away
a fragile, weeping heart
longing sighs, wistful yearnings
silhouetted in sadness
Head in hands not strong enough
to hide or dry tears
Aching grey skies too heavy to hold
Her pain...
You don't love her
endlessly, desperately, selflessly
the way someone else always will
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