The lover sans heart
Young and withered was he
Unheard was not his love
nor was it unseen
Verity, he kept intact
of love, for his beloved
Roamed yet he in search of hearts
for he was sans one!
Amiably stole he from
many a bosoms
Just to fix ’em upon his sleeves.
Rhythmically beat these
Agonized without a body
but he a lover sans heart
Gave them not a moment’s notice
for his was away since a dozen years!
Hung upon the sleeves of a maiden
carried as such for so many years.
Almost an onlooker was I
but yet charmed
Vanquished was mine heart too, by his cruel ruse
but found in the lover sans heart, I, my eternal muse.