In quiet rooms and whispered night,
A girl loved deeply, out of sight.
Her heart, a book she never read,
The words remained unsaid, unsaid.

She held him close, but tight within,
Her love was real, a soft violin.
Yet, silence wrapped her tender soul,
A love untold, took its toll.

He waited long for words to show,
The depths of love he'd never know.
He felt a game, a hollow play,
And so he turned, he...