He weeps,
He cries at the cessation of her love
In his happiness sadness resides
At night his soul screams
As hope fades, lost in his dreams
Reality remains
In daylight loneliness dwells,
Under poignant sounding bells
His future once tied to hers,
Will never be
His heart, a firm fist of anger
His eyes betraying nothing of his soul,
He cries for her, then for himself,
Because she will not
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