When she who loved with words unsaid withdrew,
another blossom burst with nectar sweet,
smooth-flowing syllables of hope anew
though love in deed continued incomplete.
The former flame still flickers smoldering
in ashy residue, lies dormantly
in restless saturnine repose, the ring
that bound his love returned in infamy.
When she without commitment chose her course,
both hearts regained new strength unknown before
with greater love for each without remorse
that better each could love each other more.
The hand of God led both to choose their way
to love without the words she couldn’t say.
