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UNREQUITED
How eloquent the sound of the unspoken word.
How still the heart that gives it no voice.
Eyes which speak love that cannot be heard And lips that tremble in half-smiles choice.
To share the depth of what never can be,
We?ll come again to Astolat,
And share a silent glance others cannot see,
With outstretched hands touching each, but naught.
There is no love for me but this.
Please grant me time in this life to know A hidden tear, a smile, a kiss,
That I might keep in my heart enow.
How eloquent the sound of the unspoken word.
And quiet the heart that gives it no voice.