Throw thorns her way
You won’t see her weep
Hurt her day after day
Silence she will keep
She will not display
Her abject discontent
Impassive she will stay
You will not hear her lament
Stoicism she has learnt
Over the merciless years
She has been burnt
By her helpless tears
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She waits, in vain
To be unveiled some day
To expose her hidden pain
Her deep scars to display
When you peel off her layers
See her wounds scream
Hear her silent prayers
Witness her destroyed dreams.
She will still not speak
Of all she has been through
Do not think she is weak
She’s silent for she loves you
She may never forget
How she was treated by you
But if the past you do regret
She has already forgiven you.
Passion...unbridled 