Love many times, merely go unsung,
Though the heart ever longs
The choir inside of it
To sing good action and deed
Love fades out and dies not in torment
But in not revealing through the heart,
And not in sorrows does love die, it is in ferment.
Through articulate words, not the absence of the heart,
Does one, in the long run, such love imparts.
Not revealing through the heart,
And letting sorrows, not for good depart.
Create a deep love web, that’s genuine,
And one can mentor him and can he learn.
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