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I found a way to gracefully depart
for I could not respond to her request.
I held my breath and waited for my heart
to once again start beating in my chest.
And as I coaxed my senses to comply
and fumbled for the words I sought to say,
I found an ounce of courage to reply,
but not before she kindly walked away.
I closed my eyes and rummaged for a scheme
to tame the mood and thwart such nonchalance.
But words had fled, and all seemed just a dream,
and once again I floundered in response.
This tacit tongue was destined to ignore
each happenstance I recklessly explore.
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Each happenstance I recklessly explore
are bare essentials to the paradigm;
When e'er true love comes knocking at your door,
you'd best be swift to answer it in time.
I vowed to take a chance with this design
and anchored my resolve to win the day.
Our hearts and souls were destined to entwine
for nothing now was standing in my way.
But as I sat and squandered such a scheme,
inside the door, a gentleman appeared.
She turned to him, and in my muted dream,
the essence of her light thus disappeared.
Her radiance had faded to obscure.
Some hearts align, one never can be sure.
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Some hearts align, one never can be sure.
and now her love is but a memory.
These silent dreams, so muddled and obscure,
in consequence, were always meant to be.
I’ll search no more for splendor in the morn
and yield my days to solitude’s retreat.
I’ll not profess disparagement nor scorn
and thus negate the anguish of defeat.
No unrequited love will I let taunt
the tendrils of imaginary whim,
for I'll recall those memories that daunt,
reminding me when morning’s light fell dim.
For such a fool as I, there is no cure,
no sovereign love is destined to endure.
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No sovereign love is destined to endure,
as recompense, I’ll let my pain atone.
These vain endeavors shall not reoccur
for I will spend my empty days alone.
I’ve found a place to charm the painter’s eye;
this sidewalk berth along the corridor.
For now, it’s on my canvas I'll supply
impressions of the subjects I adore.
But wait, I sense an essence o’er this place
and feel a light out shine the summer sun.
And there, adorned in radiance and grace,
she passes by… Oh, This may be the one.
The follies of the sun have left me blind
as scented air aroused my misty mind.
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As scented air aroused my misty mind
illusions twisted aimlessly in vain.
Within this haze appeared a light divine
though in my world of dreams it seems insane.
A single gaze and fate may yield to chance.
The heart may fall in love unwillfully.
In truth, some souls prefer a tryst romance.
A feeble heart seeks vain fidelity.
A soul is but a slave that serves the heart,
but restless souls, they simply wish to soar.
I found a way to gracefully depart
each happenstance I recklessly explore.
Some hearts align, one never can be sure,
no sovereign love is destined to endure.
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