Burning Papers-love poems

The Unspoken

like rivers flowing on the faces of the moons,

I cry,

I'd rather keep you as my torturing love,

than to speak the unspoken,

I'll declare that my love is golden,

that my tenderness is unbroken,

and that my love is endless,

O'darling how can I erase you,

from a memory that breathes;

within my veins?,

though your love composed me,

magical writings,

Until the end of time, it remains.

O'...my beloved there are letters,

that should remain untold,

" I love you,

and I will always do",

as they die when told,

never I will say to you,

I'm the orphan

the slave

and the prisoner

of love,

locked in the city of sadness.