........ Shy - Poem by James McLain
It will not die and be forgotten
Also it is again,
it does not exist then or now.
That this one is present.
This one is birthless, eternal, undying,
I am ancient.
It is love never killed,
when it is not of the heart it is killed.
Unrealistic there but for some it has been.
Certainly love it is when is it shy,
in the eyes both of them a truth realized.
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