Who weaves dreams by day
And loves by night;
A poet's heart is true they say
With lofty ideals through and through;
But a poetess they say can't be trusted
So I'll lay the facts bare today:
I can promise you the world
In a heartfelt rhyme
And for that you don't part with
A single dime;
I can sing your praises,
Paint fantasies for you to taste,
But at the end of the day
The rhythm is disrupted
In our circumstances
Because we are pals today,
Not lovers, and the inspiration
Has stopped churning
Within my heart
And I still hold the ideals
That my love is founded on
High never saying
Nay.
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