She dances within thy brain rent free,


    as I wallow and mope in her absence.


    The pain makes me feel as old as a tree,


    yet still I can smell her sweet fragrance.


    Years may pass but it never fades away,


    the feeling of having her heart near thine.


    I try to stay strong, keep feelings at bay,


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    I cry as the memory of her fades, and then


    the darkness comes to consume what’s left.


    These things are considered weak of men,


    a careless thought created only by the deft.


    It’s not weak to mourn when someone is lost,


    as it takes effort for hearts not to turn to frost.