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Ah! the pain that here engulfs
a tragedy cut from one's own blade that holds most sacred the ravished hour When words went unsaid. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The tears bellow out and fall like a story without recall This haunting world wherein one roams Like a crashing sea, raging, foams. The empty eye the hollowed cry The days torture rings afar like the image of a falling star It crosses the lonely planes of sky Never knowing its course, the reason why. Love that undeniable phantom of space holds upon the mortal race dreams relished where delights are found the promise of new found ground She walks the lonely place of fate where he stands constant at her gate but neither one holds the courage true To simply say, I love you. Years and folly don't give a damn where tales they sink and inward jam The moments quest is to be taken gathered within and outward shaken to awaken the moment, the truth to bare Words spoken, the love to share Such little things these fears we dread that leaves us walking like we were dead It's the simple word that could change a life awaken within, relieve the strife that one may walk that scented road where dreams gather, tales are told and love that merry tune of life Finds man and woman, husband and wife. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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