I could say any number of extra ordinary things,
Like my heart yearns for her.
But in truth I am in pain for the memory,
the weight of "what if" forcing down behind each hammer blow.
I don't expect you to relate,
But I want you to understand
That these feelings are not a reflection on my compassion or adoration.
They are twinned double with regret And immeasurable cowardice.
No my heart does not yearn,
It weeps
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