wounded treasure,
night departure.
her profound satisfaction,
his forgotten adoration.
the lovely,
vanished,
careless,
kisses whispered,
reappeared in gloom.
six months spread before her somber eyes,
a love so broken,
absent from him.
she grasped it,
for her feelings could not surpass the human tongue.
I found this poetry challenge and ripped out a page of a book, which happened to be Les Mis, and I highlighted words I liked and came up with this.