what happened to your former grace
what ate the gait in your pace
that made men crave for a place
in confines of heart a little space
where is that smile on your face
arraying a crystal diamond lace
where is that spark in your eyes
that sparked desires our ways
where is your former grace?
Have you lost your former glory
So squeezed to history
How sad and oh how sorry
In dirty linen isn’t it hoary
Thou that lived in story
And smiled through worry
Yes, time devoured our common dreams
So tarred to a myriad seams
Moths have munched your seismic beams
an now your strengths in bedroom gyms
But you my first love still
Strike a chord in my heart’s still.
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