The Boxer

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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