If I were only a poet, you will be my world in my poetry.
Myriad of stars heavenly beaming in the sky have
Imprinted incalculably its canticle of anguish as it
Sits imperturbable upon the vast darkness
Silhouetted with torments of deafening silence
You are so beautiful I just kept
On loving you, though my love remains
Unspoken...
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