No ray of light to brighten up the room,

No song of joy to modify the mood,

No colourful exchange to lift the gloom,

Just tears, to permeate the solitude.

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No token of affection to admire,

No memory of a passionate affair,

No snapshot in a frame above the fire,

Just tears, to sink a castle in the air.

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No answer to the burning question: Why?

No rationale to ponder or explain,

No acumen to cast an inward eye,

Just tears, of unrequited love, again.