Silent Lover

that which is seen,

is seldom all that there is,

as secrets too dark to tell,

lie hidden in secret depths below;

it is there she sleeps,

a bright and shining jewel,

among midnight dreams,

a soft easy light,

glowing in the early morning sunrise,

unknown by all,

this silent lover,

who speaks louder

than words ever could,

like water to a dying man,

lost in a searing desert,

thirsting for her,

praying for just one drink

from her eternal well;

and she silently waits,

never saying a word,

in this silent world

which no one ever sees;

and never will.

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