He wanders through the darkest nights, cussing, unforgiving, but forgiven.
Unloved, resistant to the one who once raised his smile again,
Not out to steal the wild spirit from the ebony one,
Not out to snare and steal the dark,
The spirit of the one that she once loved in the city park,
On a bright summer afternoon, on a bright summer's day,
He left in body but, never went away.
Left the closet in which he was hidden,
Just for a while, a sparkle in time, the sweet lady, she gave him a reason to smile,
But, he  just sits, just pushing his pen,
Thinks of sweet woman now and then,
The threat to his liberty never forgot,
Ridden with guilt.
As his sits and hides in his warning corner,
Cuddling only his most blessed pen,
She sits in her place doing the same,
And life it goes on and on and on......
And one day,
He shall remember the one who fixed his smile,
Although she made him cry!
(C) Livvi