Loved him til last breath was done. Loved as dainty filigree. Thy love was so attractive. But, was not meant to be. Tragically, a crystal glass was he. His glass of crystal weighty. Sadly, made of lead. Weighed heavy on his troubled mind Led him down the back roads. Where painted stripes walk on sidewalks. Coloured in such misery. Goodness he was so precious. Needed setting free. To roam the realm of heartache. Elsewhere, this lonely fellow says he's chilled. Chilled he's not. With gentle heart so sore from pain. Needs to build ability to love once again.