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I cannot write of love these days
a love for you I know I have.
I fear my love is in hiding
preparing for a slow death.

I fear saying loving words to you,
wondering if they will be returned.
Or will these feelings continue to wither,
wasting away by silent starvation.

I have built the wall of my tomb,
preparing brick by brick,
for the eventual good-bye
that will come one of these days.

The bricks, once a protective wall,
came down one by one.
It could not stand against your love,
but cannot stay down without  it.

Like an unusually cool summer night (this feeling).
A forewarning that summer does end  (it's coming).
That fall is  just around the corner (closing in).
That the cold of winter will descend. (the end).

Without love's comfort stands a wall of stone.
Wider than the arms that once held me.
Deeper than the depths of love.
Higher than our hopes would dare.

Pressing a key into your hand I bid you farewell.
There is but one door in this mighty wall,
and should you return somewhere in time,
enter in and let your smile light my world.