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Love was not meant to be spoken
Whisper-soft in the night just before
A pyre is lit, but in days of light.
When laughter's embraces could turn to lovers'-
Or when silver light cast glamour on our faces-
Then I would have told you, but was too shy.
Love was meant for days of Light-
That is why I will not tell you I love you.
Not here, not now-
Standing in the quiet dark
Alone where you will soon be ashes.