Fourth

The Unsaid

You haven’t said it yet.

But I saw it on your cheeks,

With the blossom of blood,

Under your skin.

I saw it in your eyes,

Gleaming like drops of rain,

With the sun behind.

I saw it,

In the purity of my tears,

I felt it,

In the fire of my breath,

I heard it,

In the music in my veins,

And I read it,

In the engravings,

Of what you left unsaid. 

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The Unsaid: Third

"I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that. "

--John Keats

What the earth says,

When the first drop from-

Heaven pierces its heart. 

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