Sing
when life's lifting wing
lifts a man who will sing
his love
to sleep
and she wants him to
nothing from them
that fate can keep
her familiar face
pressed against his chest
three sixty degree beauty
but this angle is best
heart felt song
wonderful night
stretches long
a soothing symphony
from the heart of he
comfort and peace
nothing is wrong
but he and she
turned out to be
loves best tragedy
this diminished façade
that's left to see
the talking ruins
of what once was me
no where near
what would and should be
an immortal romantic
that no longer believes
in love
or in poetry
with a single fling
of my hearts golden ring
this broken man
will no longer sing
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