Never

Where eyes linger, you see beauty above surface, but never do you see what waits past the covering of the sin. Never do you hear the silent weeps nor do you the cuts skin deep. Never do you return the golden ring, the blooming spring. But have you felt the descend beyond what she comprehends? The feelings she kept so intense? Have you thought about what was sacrificed, what she lost, you never kept? Was it that hard to love? To appreciate something past the origin of her purity?