"THE SILENCE WEIGHT"

In the night of silence, a scream of sound, A love both maternal, pure, and deep, He fell before his heart could speak. Though whispers spoke of her disgrace, He'd choose her still, with steady grace. Truths are spoken, but not always bright, Not every word is bathed in light. Like love from a mother, before it's shown, His feelings for her had always grown. The clock struck midnight, thoughts unfurled, His love for her consumed his world. She lived within his mind's own keep, Unpaid, yet loved, a secret deep. Though lucid dreams may fade and go, His love for her, he'd never outgrow. A war he fought, within his soul, Yet still, he'd choose to make her whole. The struggle sharp, the love so real, A paradox of what he’d feel. His love, a choice and mystery, A truth that stayed despite the plea.