The smokes are darker and heavy
As a dead man’s closing levee
Eyes wrought by restless nights
The grand finale of all his fights
Yet her heart came like a breeze
Blowing against his skin with ease
With iron fists his mind is fixed
But his heart and will is mixed
For her eyes trigger his desires
Rousing little embers into fires
And yet her smile shone brighter
Better and faster than any fighter
His body unknowingly tremble
His feet uncontrollably stumble
His fist extends but can’t touch
The face that he loves so much
His blows hit but seem to miss
The pleasure of her own kiss
His steps are fast but can’t ensue
Her feelings that remains true
His lines are solid and yet fails
For his words are sharp as nails
He can’t father a better tomorrow
Only adopt that remains sorrow
A golden trophy that is hollow
To a man whom life is narrow
And only bitterness to swallow
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