Love lured him to the woods
Where he wrote her songs
of everlasting and eternity
of giving his all – his everything
Love was his heart and his hurt
She left him there
wasting away,
falling to pieces
Singing empty words with soundless tunes
and heartbreaking listlessness
He wants to speak heartache
But he gave his heart away
And no longer feels the hurt
or knows the love
or hears the songs
Brilliant!
I might toy with moving the first line of stanza two up to make three five-line stanzas and start the poem’s elegant turn earlier.
Thanks for sharing.