The love most beautiful
The love most beautifulIs the love that never blooms.
But fills the heart in silence
To walk its empty rooms.
Such love can never die.
Because it was never born.
Yet the love that does not live
Knows neither joy nor scorn.
Instead it lies unseen,
A seed of bleak perfection.
Buried safely in the dirt
To avoid detection.
Poetry by Maglor
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Written on 2005-05-25 at 18:48
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