Claude's heart ached for the one he loved, though he could never bring himself to confess his feelings. He found solace in the words he wrote, where he could pour out his heart without fear of rejection. In the quiet of his writing room, he would imagine their response to his words, and in these moments, he could pretend that his love was reciprocated. Claude's pen became the vessel through which his emotions were expressed, and through his verses, he could confess what his voice could not.. he writes idly..

'My love for you is a silent ache, Unspoken words in every page'