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Quiet Love

Our love is unspoken

it needs no words or rhymes

Yet it comes to mind

and on my pen from time to time

 

It tells a quiet story

of pain healed with a touch

brown eyes disarming my own

souls fused without saying much

 

Yet it still yearns

for the passion it knows so well

It reaches for the hand to hold

Love remembers when it first fell