Loving her, a past tense,
Loss of time and all sense.
Stuttering voice, all nonsense,
A cold feeling, foggy and dense.
Extravagant and gentle rhyme,
Turned to weird, in a nick of time.
No words to contour, a dreadful lie,
Fragments of pieces, soft and shy.
Nothing to say, nothing to write,
Too fragile to hold or smile.
Hymed in the dark, sang in daylight,
A story old and futile.