Falsetto
How deeply sung the inspired
remnants of the poet's fire,
the well being of love desired.
A bevy of words fraught
rising from the embers more distraught
love lessons untaught.
in the burning bleed of the aching heart
set deep in the feelings of emotional start
never to be expressed too smart.
The flames rise whipping the infatuated high
and physical temptations are but a lie
as lives passing in the by and by.
Tell me a different story
where the imagination finds greater glory
embracing the dream as quarry,
reality here within the settling acceptance
of love and its rejection
finds no peace in its resting.
I loved you, I'm sure I do
but quick it fades when untrue
and the loneliness remains subdued.
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