This Love Never Was
This love commenced,
the question asked,
the rings born on
seperate fingers.
The words declared.
No one seeing
what was hidden.
The anger filled,
pressing around
till one hated the other-
the other never
knowing why.
Agony then pressed,
this love filled
with Hatred.
The rings worn
bore no meaning.
No one saw
till the end-
this Love
never was.
Words spoken,
never true.
This love never was.
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