You never heard me crying,
Singing my lament to a star;
A song that made the roses weep,
Like a mourning dove's repertoire
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The inner feelings are always hidden. Beautiful poem full of love.
Sad, searching, dying remarks of love expressed without reward. Hauntingly beautiful.
For Lora... I can't believe that he didn't hear, and I don't believe your fear's true, I'd rather believe he fell speechless, and died for the love of you.
A sad poem indeed, but very well written Lora.