In Silhouette

What matured lately!
Tears welled up, pain bloomed,
But Hope only in Silhouette.

She though offered her palette,
Ever pleasing to the eyes,
I could paint love only in Silhouette.

Her divine grace, veiled face,
Ever to me sentence of death,
I saw her not when she was in Silhouette.

Breathe in me your love again,
Cast your light onto hopeless shadows,
I no more want to be in Silhouette. 

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