Snuggling to the warmth of her *******,
in his imagination on a December night
when he couldn't sleep a bit, taunted by his
frozen memories, his lovelorn heart wept
wept, wanting to touch her at once,
reached in a  desperate state,
decided if it is what fate holds
one last time is enough.

And at the time midnight bell tolled,
ominously again and again
mustering all power at his
soul's command,he crossed the line.
By sorcery,he  brought her in to
his bed, like Helen of Troy,
was conjured up by Dr.Faustus,
and then what did happen?
did he get absolved from
the tangles of his past?

Alone in the sea front,
gazing at the sunset,he sits,
mulling every moment
of the fateful day unreal
that warmed his soul
for the rest of his rusted life