Anonymous Dedication

“She would not know because he could not tell her.”

Anonymous Dedication

There once was a boy who grew up.
It was not without difficulties,
But he grew up with love and in faith.
His problems he kept to himself,
And he counted himself happy.

There once was a girl whom he met.
And the boy saw her;
In all her beauty and her kindness.
But she did not know how he saw her,
And he had no way to say.

Life progressed and the two became friends.
He wore the face which he had cultivated,
But his appreciation for her beauty never waned.
His feelings he kept to himself,
And he counted himself happy.

The difficulties of the past resurfaced.
They danced about his consciousness;
They inclined his thoughts to malignity.
The line became blurred,
He did not know what he felt.

His mind became clouded.
The God to which he swore sustained;
But she did not share his loyalties.
His conflict he kept to himself,
And he counted himself troubled.

His heart fluttered when she laughed.
His mind danced at the sound,
But his lips remained sealed.
And when she began to ask of greater things,
His mind danced yet more.

But his convictions would not abate.
Until the fire rests upon her head also,
She would not know because he could not tell her.
His pain he kept to himself,
And he counted himself with joy.

But she had begun to ask of greater things.

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