The lover sans heart

Young and withered was he

this lover

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

fluttering hearts

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.