Sacred Silence

Your love was not just a warmath to me-

It was a cadence, love’s own soft accord,

A boundless devotion that bound my heart,

A sacred mantra kept in silent grace.

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I breathed life into its simple script,

And suffused each letter with gentle warmth;

It lingered softly on my tongue,

And found its sanctuary within my embrace.

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You deem my silence a forgotten chime,

Yet I could never relinquish the strain;

I veiled your name beneath my reserve,

For my quietude ever wore your face.

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To utter it still awakens grief,

Witnessed by tears in the eye’s quiet edge.

This parting once seemed a divine decree,

Yet time revealed its heavy toll;

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Your name was once a sweet refrain-

Now each syllable rends the air,

Exhauster of my fragile soul.

You mistake my stillness for neglect,

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Unaware of the weight I bear;

For silence remains love’s final guise,

Where sacred, aching truths reside.

Certain melodies still evoke the sting,

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And ancient wounds refuse to heal;

When the world grows cold and still,

My soul rehearses what used to be-

An eternal echo, forever bound.

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Forgive this final, solitary plea:

To cherish your memory from afar,

To hold you as a revered light,

Shining like a distant, guiding star.

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I never erased you from my heart,

I merely hushed the fragile voice;

And though you remain unaware,

I breathe your name in silent prayer.

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Perhaps forever was not ours to claim,

Yet love may yield, but never fade-

Though your name departs my lips for good,

It dwells enshrined where love was made.