SHE'LL NEVER KNOW




She'll never know the measure of my love.
That once treasure of a tower, now smashed to dust.
That once gifted prize, once handled with care.
Now ruined it lies, left to rust, in despair.

(And even as the sky dances with wings above, -
as nestward glances fill the air.
She'll never realise this love!
Like the birds in the sky, 
She will never see that they are there!)
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She'll never remember that she was the token of my heart.
Which once gladdened my days, but has now departed.
Which once was the sunshine for my everyday breezes.
Now cast away, trodden, left broken in pieces.

(And even as the moon graces the sky, -
as a million diamonds fill the air.
This love, she will never realise!
Like the stars above, 
She will never see that they are there!)
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She'll never know my heart depths in love, were so very deep.
I would have climbed any frost bitten mountain's snow peak.
I would have swam any shark ridden sea without fear in me.
If the goal had been just to have her near to me.

(And even as the sun finds release,
with the accompaniment of existence forever playing one piece.
This love, she just could never believe.
Like those warm golden rays she feels, 
she can never quite see!)
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She'll never know the love I would have shown her.
I could have spent more moments making it known to her.
But even when my heart felt so ever aglow for her.
She never even let me get to start to know her!

(And even if the wind around her whistled one rhyme,
and a billion thunderclaps all spoke one word.
Still, that they may be speaking of this love, she would never realise.
As like me, 
they will never quite be heard!)



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