By Michael -- share_the_love@hotmail.com
Date: 23 May 2000
Unheard
She said to me
with her actions
That her love is like a flower
seeds planted.
Buds blooming.
Petals Blossoming.
Looking for the sun.
And I said to her
with my actions
That my love is like a heartstone
Called Cuendillar
Mythical. magical.
Unchanged by
wind or weather
Made stronger by any force that tries to break it
Only broken
by neglect.
If we were listening
to each other
We never would have tried
For I left
With the dry memory
and a dead rose.
And she left
with careless cuts
and broken shards.
we never would have if we had heard.
But neither regrets. Neither forgets.
Impossible, unhealthy, love.
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