Natural Pearl
agony of expectations never to be met,
duties to obligingly tend, without end
love's vessel silently sailing, ever empty
nothing to be shared but the pangs of regret,
missing a lover, a confidante, a friend
needing a match to spark heat aplenty
trouble and pain does not make one forget,
hearts may not break, but can certainly bend
desire never stops, not at fifty or twenty
life's grit irks the soul like an unpaid debt
as the oyster seeks solace from a grain of sand
the heart tries to cushion our pain, so intently
so we open our shells, as if sails being set
a glimpse of the pearl and the message is sent
to be held ever close, ever near, ever gently
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