I found an old book in the attic,
It had neither author nor title;
I sat there staring at it awhile,
Just letting my mind go idle
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the journal of unrequited love and the lingering presence of a haunting penned so marvellously! a delight to read.
Wow, touching the deepest of my emotions. So nicely written. The story so sad. In love (with the 'ín') an alteration of ecstatic joy and devastation Love (without the 'in') a source peace that never seems to cease.