
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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