There are, those
Rare,
Who dare
To live,
Just for love,
Only.
To love and be loved.
But!
If the dream desired
Is not found,
Like a sunless flower
They wither and die
From lack of love,
The touch of a hand,
Or the warmth,
Of a reassuring smile,
Yes, they even die
Because,
They have no one!
To dry, their tears
When all alone
They cry.
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