Subdued by the haze of misery,
with a heart clamped to the longing of love,
you sweard you couldn't fight it.
You hoped so mountain high,
as you heard her singing to the moonlight;
crossing your heart and hoping to die,
before you realised and had to weep,
what would kill the joy of a Mockingbird.
Lovely tunes drifted your way,
her beauty forced into your mind,
you sweared you couldn't fight it.
You felt flooded so ocean deep,
as you raged against the burning desire;
knowing those pearly eyes would never look deep into yours.
She was a beauty like no other,
sweetly charming the cloudy night.
Time has swifted by with tranquility by it's side.
Only whispers shadow her soft voice,
and still, you swear you can not fight it.
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