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In the depths of his soul, a poet resides,
His verses entwined with the pain he hides.
For love's eluded him, never his to own,
Leaving his heart heavy, always alone.

Like drowning in waters bitter and cold,
And walking through deserts, stories untold,
He yearned for a love that would never be,
Aching with emptiness, waiting to be set free.

With pen in hand and heart worn thin,
He crafted his words, a bittersweet hymn.
Each stanza spoke of love's cruel game,
Leaving him void, an empty smile to feign.

His verses whispered of loss and despair,
As he wandered, lost, without love's tender care.
The world saw a man with a hollow gaze,
Unbeknownst to them, his heart was ablaze.

Never receiving the love he so deeply craved,
He traversed life's path, feeling unloved and enslaved.
His spirit wilted with each passing day,
Longing for a love that forever stayed.

Love's ever-elusive dance played at his feet,
Yet it slipped through his fingers, a defeat.
A symphony of longing echoed in his sighs,
As he waited, his heart breaking, for love's surprise.

But now, with empty smiles upon his face,
He waits for the end of time, at a gentle pace.
His heart's yearning silenced, no longer heard,
As his soul waits patiently, for love's final word.

In his verses and poems, his truth unfolds,
The tale of a man, unrequited love he holds.
Like a poet adrift, lost in life's grand design,
He journeys through this void, his soul's final sign.

Yet, amidst the void, there's a flicker of light,
A lingering hope that refuses to take flight.
For even in darkness, love's spark may ignite,
Filling his empty smile with a love so bright.

So, let us not forget, in this tale of woe,
That love's fabric weaves intricate and slow.
For though he may wait till the end of time,
Love, in its essence, forever shall chime.

In the tapestry of life, love's threads may fray,
But hope whispers softly, guiding the way.
May the poet find solace in love's eternal rhyme,
And the void he carries be filled in due time.

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