The Unsung Love

Welkin Siskin
America 

Love merely, many times, go unsung,
Though the heart ever longs
The choir inside of it
To sing good actions and deeds.

Love fades out and dies not in torments
But in not revealing through the heart,
And not in sorrows does love die, it is in ferments.

Through articulate words, not absence of hearts,
Does one, in the long run, such love imparts.
Not revealing through the heart,
And letting sorrows not for good depart,

Create a deep web-love, that’s not genuine,
And one cannot mentor him nor can he learn.