twixt house and home
lies depths of sorrow reaching
entwined in snow
and cords of blue and green
the love has grown
to something hunger seeking
and eats away
at anything in between
he guards the shadows
from what no one can tell
and fears them too
yet this he does not speak
and she alone
stands back to him and waits
for him to call
show love to her again
the love has flown
if ever it was there
but these two blooms
know nothing of the kind
they only know
what they themselves presume
to be true love
with childish innocent eyes
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