Monday, March 3, 2014

And Yet She Smiles

The night grows long, the heart grows weary with its endless fervent beating.
The chest it aches, the eyes they itch with unshed tears long pleading.
The winter wind, the howling storm show her spirit how forlorn.
Her silent cries, her mournful angst steer morning from her sight again.
Those sleepless nights, those tear dimmed eyes proclaim her love for him.
And yet she smiles and yet conceals so as to hide the way she feels.


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