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We don't kiss
We don't touch
We don't even talk very much
We don't know.
How the other feels
In silence we sit and eat our meals.
I try to hide what's in my heart,

For I often feel we're miles apart.
Surely this is not the way,
To live together day by day.
Sharing, caring
The good and the bad,
Helping each other when we are sad.
Day by day there seems more proof,
All that we share is just a roof.
Love will die

If left in the cold
It needs another hand to hold
Two loving hands
Held tightly as one
Can achieve far more than standing alone.

By
Barbara Spyt (née King)
© Copyright Reserved 2008
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