Silent Cries

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I never felt love,
Not until I met you.
With my heart racing,
And my mind askew.

I still think about you.
When I'm alone at night.
The tears begin to fall,
When my mind creates your sight.

And a fear begins to arise.
What will I see,
When I look in your eyes?

Will I see lost hope?
Or will I see a heart that began to cope.
Will I see tears that fell like rain?
Or will I see no pain?

Will I see a heart that healed?
Or will I see a heart that's sealed.

All my fears begin to come with doubt,
But I know I cannot cry out.
But yet the tears still fall.
Silent as the wind.

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