Is there? The poor fool, who once gazed upon the stars
Imagining a lover's eyes among them blessing him,
Now must irrevocably conclude the cruel truth.
So see him there, upon the precipice,
A place that once was frightening
But now invites so seductively.
Who thought to change destiny, realizes at last
That certain things can be only so.
He renounces the fairer gender, thus,
And vows to never again place trust in them.
The despair, the devastation
Have grown far too large, and far too strong
For him to overcome one more time.
And tender moments shall never be his.
Tender moments shall never be his,
But, underneath the crusting bitterness,
A grudging admiration for the fortunate,
And well wishes, for what else would they take from him?
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