With the art of art her image was tattooed on his heart
Tough times of times, waiting the bell of hope's chimes
A year in years the poor soul was reduced to tears
Drunk beers and beers repelling loneliness amidst his peers
Height after height albeit gained he might
Rather than light and lighter heavier felt his plight
Where lay romantic words and words was a mound of shards
Once beautiful ballades and ballads,melancholic songs of birds
Lips once wet and wet from kisses of love dried with hate
But date after date he conceded all were a Heartbreak too late
For he made friend and friend but all loves did end
Desire a trend and fire to fend but he could no longer bend
Tale after tale he finally saw life was no fairytale
And hail and hail though World could be heaven, his was a hell
A lesson learnt and learnt after he'd touched and burnt
He swore and swore upon his big Heart she tore
No matter the want for ****, he'd keep his **** in his pant
Which was woe and war,he'd later admit all's fair in love and war