There were no thorns upon the stems
\nThat she held in her hand there
\nBeing as false as the love that did not exist
\nThough I loved: her: she did not care…<\/p>\n
I, heartbroken, shed silent tears
\nHidden to the world behind dry eyes
\nBitterest sobs are the silent ones
\nUnshed, unknown, by he who never cries<\/p>\n
Who the world sees always smiling
\nWhere passions and pains will always miss
\nRoses without thorns, and love unrequited
\nAs distant as a smile is from a kiss<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There were no thorns upon the stems That she held in her hand there Being as false as the love that did not exist Though I loved: her: she did not care… I, heartbroken, shed silent tears Hidden to the world behind dry eyes Bitterest sobs are the silent ones …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[724,145],"tags":[199,2039],"class_list":["post-1865","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-heartbreak-poems","category-love-poems","tag-poem-on-unrequited-love","tag-unrequited","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-u5","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":229,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/snowflakes-in-another-land\/","url_meta":{"origin":1865,"position":0},"title":"Snowflakes in Another Land","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"2nd December 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"Her heart beats for another, Life goes on, he who has her hand, And her heart, makes it beat faster, Under snowflakes in another land. 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