The silence between us.
It soared beyond belief.
We're no less than speakers.
But today was weaker.
As we swam along the reef.
The colors shown, vibrant, alive.
I know of troubles, I know of strife,
but not enough to hate my life.
These words were written to help me think.
Not for my heart, my mind to sink.
My love is young, it will not waste.
It will not rot, for it must taste,
the blood off a blade, true without lust.
Free of distrust. Free of rust.

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Despite the title.
Another happy poem.