She turned,
Just in time
To meet his eyes.

Could have been
Visible yet.

Cheered hauntingly.

Bath play,

How they seemed
So yesterday.

This love
Was shared with
Much abhorrence.

But still,
She won’t trade
Anything else.

The roots
Had dug deep
In the muscles.

When cut,
They hurt with
Shameless muteness.

Lord Time
Had decreed
Their destiny.

Both shall do
Both shall remain.

No words,
No cuddle,
And no secrets.

The eyes
Could just scream,
“I love you much!”

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  1. and sometimes i do believe,, that the pain of love is what makes it all that much sweeter……

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