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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