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Though light filters in from far up above

A candle illuminates, her unending love

For buried deep within these pages, bound

A story is told of a love, quite profound

Each word is penned in invisible ink

Into each line, her feelings would sink

These books held her secrets, no one could see

Her life in the parchment, a true mystery


He opened the books, left here, all alone

The pages were empty, no words was he shown

Holding them nearer, to the candle’s bright flame

He knew there was something, it whispered his name

Closer, he brought the blank pages toward light

No words did appear, yet he felt something, slight

She whispered her love, but he caught not a word

So she stayed a closed book, spoken but unheard


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