Unacknowledged resentment
Of an unknown finery
That lies between your eyes
And among your gentle
Aspect of a breeze.

I want to know if this
Is all I could ever imagine
Or aspire
Or dream to be,
But this will remain
Desolate
And in discontentment.

I will linger
In this hallway
Away from love
And animosity,
A wonderful irony
Only you could prevail
In faded photographs
And lost memories.

I will flounder
In this pain
And unknown resentment
In the falling words
I mumble across the stage,
"I love you."
 
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