The silent lullabies of a heart
That's shy and calcified with mire;
He proclaims, "I love you!"
She retorts, "I don't believe you!"
Like nil else can ever alter her mind--
Even when he begs her to listen;
Even whilst he lays his soul, bare.
The quiet, burgeoning fire of his devotion
Inveigles to subjugate her piercing ice;
Albeit, it doesn't even create a scuff;
Her rusted gate, forever latched.
A year of persistent calls and missives
Goes unopened and returned;
One by one, his gifts arrive at his door;
A paltry note says, "Thank you--but no."
Alas! Another soul gets jettisoned
And insistently ignored;
If only she attempts to discern
His intentions and his lines;
Then, mayhap, a rare connection
Can still beauteously unfold.
Yet, she isn't prepared to enact that risk--
That deafening whisper, declaring filth.
For, to be abandoned isn't on her list;
She's been through that by-way before--
A most humiliating glitch.
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