Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Unspoken Love

Ancient eyes open slowly
Blinking carefully
Old man awakes reluctantly
Remembering his dream
Regretting his life.
Not wanting the last wisps to fade
He clings to dreams and memories
Holding her one more time
Looking deep into her eyes,
Hearing her laugh
Kissing her smile.
Tears wash away sleep
As he shakes his head slow.
Oh, the sadness of love unspoken
The loneliness of unrequited love.
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