I Don t Know the Pain

I don’t know the pain of love untold, 
The silent ache, the heart grown cold, 
Yet in your eyes, a fire burns bright, 
A melody of day and night. 

I don’t know the weight of endless tears, 
The hollow nights, the vanished years, 
But when you speak, the shadows part, 
And light spills soft into my heart. 

I don’t know the sting of love denied, 
The dreams that wilt, the hope that died, 
Yet in your touch, I find my way, 
Through every dusk and breaking day. 

I don’t know the grief of love gone wrong, 
The faded notes of sorrow’s song, 
But when you laugh, the world is new, 
A sky untouched by storm or rue. 

I don’t know the wounds that time can carve, 
The love once fierce, now faint and starved, 
Yet in your arms, I learn to see 
A love untouched by misery. 

I don’t know the pain—but this I know: 
Your love is spring through winter’s snow, 
A balm, a song, a sweet refrain, 
That shields me from all hurt and pain.

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