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An unrequited love is sad they say.
It hides alone within a timid heart,
Its hidden secret never to impart.
A chance for love is but a word away,
But both are silent, so a price to pay.
For not a word by either when they part
They’re fated for eternity apart.
A love that never sees the light of day,
As one or both not brave to take a chance,
A poem writ, or just a moment shared,
A sign of love to show how much one cared,
A whisper heard or just a knowing glance.
Alas, no pure undying love declared,
And thus perhaps was lost a sweet romance.

© Dennis N. O’Brien, 2011