Robert Herrick once wrote
"when love speechless is
she doth Express a
depth of love"
an idea I embrace with my whole heart
even when this may
not be true
silence may be golden
but it can also be cruel
the not knowing
of this way or that
what point on the compass she leans
and what may seem
like signs of fair
weather
a darkness clings
unsuspected storm clouds
hovering with their
full sails
filled of thunder and
lightning
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