A magical place of exquisite perfection will remain a burial ground if never found. The Atlantis or the City of gold is where the corpses of death lay untouched.
The heart of beauty and love unseen, unearth or hidden is pain and sorrow inside a deep space in one's existence. Your feelings that were never told are like souls stuck in a dark place waiting to find its end, until it dies and finally forgotten.
It never reached the memory of the supposed-to-be-recipient of that damn love, you know why? An unknown intellect is a concealed knowledge that was never known.
Your fondness will be kept. And as love is a place of beauty, your heart will just be a burial ground..
