Poetry

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In quiet whispers, my feelings I shroud,

For he's not mine, though my heart cries aloud.

From a distance, I'll admire his grace,

A love unspoken, a secret embrace.

We're bound as friends, and I'll hold the line,

In this friendship, my solace I find.

He'll never know the love I store,

But in friendship's light, I'll adore him more.

I love you, Aaron. I Miss You.