Lora Colon (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)
You Never Heard
You never heard me crying,
Singing my lament to a star;
A song that made the roses weep,
Like a mourning dove's repertoire
You never heard me praying
As the golden sun bowed to the West,
Praying that you would feel the flame
Of a love too long repressed
You never heard me calling
To the boundless realm of your mind,
Hoping the echoes would release in you
All the love that you keep confined
You never heard me saying
I love you...... you never stirred;
Never, not once did you hear me.......
............ you never heard!
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