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
Love's Unsaid
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