Love That Never Speaks
Watering concrete does not grow trees.
In the depths of our love’s embrace,I yearned for words of tender grace.A confession pure, so true and deep,But silence from your lips did seep.
I longed to hear you say,That you loved in a special way.Better than the last, your heart did claim,But your words of love were never the same.
Instead, you boasted of possessions grand,Material things held in…
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