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Sunday, July 16, 2017


I know you are unhappy, so what can I do?
Could it be up to me to set your heart free?
Darling does it come down to a choice for you-
My love, unhappy is something you shouldn’t be.

I hear the sadness in your voice that has no rest,
And I see your eyes glimmer with uncertainty,
And the pride that rises in your troubled breast,
You are unsure still, unsure of life like me.

Your mouth shows curves with its infinite stress,
You hold back the tears, but the truth you know,
The hurts you cover up within your proud breast-
But its love you need to know and I love you so.

Epaphroditus© July 4, 2012

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