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A friend confided to me her painful story concerning a lost love, inspiring this poem:

                                                                       Love Lost

 

                                                                   Love burst forth,

                                                                  Without request;

                                                                  Unbidden,

                                                                  Unwelcome,

                                                                 Within reluctant breast.

 

                                                                 The fruit--forbidden,

                                                                 It must remain untasted;

                                                                 It's Power,

                                                                 It's Force...

                                                                Wasted.

 

                                                                The ceaseless longing,

                                                                The endless yearning:

                                                                The lips--un-kissed,

                                                                Her body burning.

 

                                                               The lost caresses,

                                                               And tender touches;

                                                               The un-stroked tresses...

                                                               Unspoken words.

 

                                                              The feelings real,

                                                              And deep and true,

                                                             Will remain hidden,

                                                             Her whole life through.

 

                                                            An endless sadness,

                                                           And unmet need;

                                                          There is no gladness,

                                                          In un-planted seed.

 

                                                         It ne'er will flower,

                                                        Nor garden become;

                                                        There'll be no hour,

                                                        When they'll be one.

                                                                 

                                               

 

                                                           

 

                                                                  

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