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Love's Unsaid

Love: what can I say that has not been heard? All the words have been said, all actions done Cuddled up in a nest for two lovebirds Till death do us part, at age eighty-one The star crossed lovers hidden in plain sight A glance, a stare, a peek, is it love true? A Romeo or a Juliet might Pursue this in all content till it grew Romance: it begins and ends with just us Love me, love me not, love me forever For words never seem to do much justice In their idle attempts to not sever For what I know is what is truly read: Love's true beauty are in words left unsaid

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