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Unloved lover

He became old.
His love was still bold.
Even after confessing, It was still untold.
Now it is sold, the smile he used to hold.
He was there still and cold.
His heart being old but still unloved and bold.

There were lots of it; scars.
One of them is the most beautiful one; scar.
The love remained as a wound; he loved.
Uncomfortable to understand; the expression he holds in his smile.

He still holds the courage to love again,
The blood of his own.
It is going to be a selfless one.
The time he had now gone.
But he was courageous to love again.
Her smile needed him to be happy again.

He again dared to love in the end.
Unloved one being the lover of his own blood.
He was given the chance again to be the reason...
He became the blessed one.
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