sing

when life's lifting wing
lifts a man who will sing
his love, to sleep
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