I truly loved this world,
though it never loved me,
nor did she,
such a beautiful girl.
Her words were as
a lonely river
flowing in a world
made of broken glass.
Her eyes glistened
in the moonlit sky,
as two serene jewels,
stars in the night.
The way her beauty
could take my
my breath away,
there was nothing left,
nothing more
to say, except...
I loved her,
but she did not love me.
I wished to hold her,
but she could never see,
that I was here,
forever and always,
until my final breath
was stolen away,
by her words,
her lovely poetry.
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