Classic Poem

We never left our love unsaid,
But always made it plain with speech.
With words we cried it each to each;
Where only silences can reach
We thought by words to touch and tread;
With words our love was overspread,
With words, with words our hearts were wed!

We never left our love unsaid,
We never let it take its way
Unwatched and hid; too little dread
We had of love, of love's strange sway.
With words we watched our love decay,
With words we mourned it, with words we pled
And followed after where it fled
And would not leave its death unsaid.