A Hidden Candle

Emotions speaking words unneeded,

the final deflected decree conceded.

Once passionate brilliance not denied...

perhaps, potentially, we pray only pushed aside.

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Depleted of tears, nay heavy sobs,

where once our hearts, our heads now throb.

And yet... this pain, this wrenching grief,

is testament to deepest love, but brief.

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Both tending wounds, running deep,

as we sway to restless, belated sleep,

by the sorrowful notes of sad, sweet nocturnes,

while, not dismayed, a hidden candle burns.