Another lonely night went past,
with the same old agony at last,

she retired to bed at four,
waiting for someone who had a cure.

Her life is no longer the same,
she,now,doubts if the promises were lame.

She often complains loosing her worth,
when he keep mum like a tot at birth.

For he has nothing to say,
as the circumstances pave the way.

He is aware of her pain within,
she conceals,but he knows what's hidden.

A bond as this,is a house of clay,
a single wave can ruin the play.

Your Palace of dreams has no other trick,
contribute together,brick by brick.

No world is perfect as in a reel,
even a cart cant move with a lesser wheel.