...Unspoken Love... Poem by Cate Ashlee

In his world, she's a far cry,
and in her world he won't be found.
Women fell upon his feet,
and in her existence, his likes don't exist.

His name is often heard around,
while in her soft demeanor she thought aloud.
She thought of him and in her mind, could it be that,
what could would be, Unspoken Love is yet to pond?

His crowd and hers then would soon find,
her likeness of him, he thought was fond.
Words then would spread speedlight than a fire,
distorted stories had reached her realm.

Tears and pain alone she'd shed,
when not a word from him was heard.
She crept afar in hope that peace,
shall have her redeemed in all amidst.

The wind grew weak...the waters calmed.
To start anew he's made abound,
but crowds around were cruel enough,
that things won them again...apart?

In the night of a dance, he came to her.
They had their chance but then it came.
What now this time, she thought about,
tempted to utter the Unspoken Love.

If by will, the night would end,
another chance would come to end,
She will forget and move along,
and let his ways find him its own.

Years gone by,
the flicker of hope would then soon die.
She'll leave the land,
this time afar.

While at distant she'd often thought,
what has become of him abode?
Or would he have, remember not,
that once before they both denied,
such unspoken feelings they once had.

Clouds grew dim, sky almost unseen.
The rains had poured and lightnings striked!
When endless storms would seem so right?
Her dreams appalled, his days right.

Time won't play such a fair ride,
this time around they'd stare ablank.
Speechless of, what was around,
unable to express what they seem to have.

The crowds had asked too many times,
if there's such thing as Unspoken Love?
Held in between two known strangers at night.
what words couldn't find, fill in the blanks.

The answers to which is hard to find,
for the truth lies too far beyond.
With those eyes that deeply stares,
was with her lips unable to say.

But for him who cradled long enough,
shall soon come, giving up having spent.
He shall live to hold what has been held,
unable to utter the feelings he kept.

What then seems to be... an 'UnSpoKen LoVe'...
shall have its end and then would start.


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