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I never could tell you how I love you,
Never found the words to show you I feel
Deep attraction, words you'd not feel untrue.
My ease with words, your belief in words, killed.
My ease with words tricked me, made me promise
More than I could ever have delivered.
You held me to my words, sealed with a kiss.
My eternal love and faith I offered
Freely, but you never gave me the same.
Your love was always bound with conditions. 
For both of us, the other's love was just a name.
Did we not see love in operation?
I saw your love quickly transmute to hate,
My love now hungers, that's my lonely fate.