The song without the singer

(A song


without without


the singer)





I sing to you my girl ,





Songs devine and of love excelling ,





and the lyrics I have honed of





memories of pure joy


and contement.





I will sing you a song my lady , of





days when we sat and talked





about mutual experience and





future happiness


and the joy of giving and





mutual living ,





a





twinning and believing in each other,





of respect equal and without measure ,





Also my angel my love in exile,





and of deaths sanction .





I also pen you a dirge in minor in


chords that weep,





from the strings of my guitar ,





Of the sad days of life,





that broke us





weeping





at our little lost love,





this is song of giving and receiving ,





But also of holding on,





and


the heartache of


knowing


when to let go ,





a song silent and now left unsung,





Silent and diminished ,





without lifes resonance,





and suspended in limbo.