By day she is full of life
A glowing sunbeam
Always giving her best 
But at night 
She holds her pillow tight
And silently weeps
This is the usual way 
That she falls to sleep
She has so much love to give
But gets so little in return
He lays there beside her
But he does not know 
How her heart burns
She turns over towards him
And caresses his soft skin
She wishes that he would
Let her back in
She gently strokes his hair
But he ignores her coldly
She knows that he
No longer cares
Where is the love
That they once shared

The Unlikely Poet
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