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    '"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
    They called me the hyacinth girl"
    Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
    Yours arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
    Speak, and my eyes failed...'
    - The Wasteland by T.S. Elliot

    Tragedy of love can be failing to communicate, that's what Eliot expresses in his poem.
    Sometimes strangers can see in lovers what lovers themselves get blind to, that's my version of the Hyacinth girl. Is that more tragic?
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    Hyacinth Girl

    A blurred memory, that's what they were.
    But I cannot forget that I saw love.
    I saw it in the way that person picked the flowers and how the Hyacinth girl held them close to herself.