Lugh’s Garden

The tears you don’t cry
Sometimes hurt me so much more,
For how they hurt you,
Than words of anger and pain,
Thrown my way for small reasons.
If my actions hide
How much I really love you,
It’s only weakness
In a soul, not fit to love
One as wonderful as you.

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