Casanova
In the shadows of dreams
I wear on my smile
Lust without longevity, soft screams
Veils of gentleman guile
A pair of dead eyes holds in place
A cold heart and two warm arms
Alive but absent in space
Of the deception of courting charms
But flirting with the naïve
Quickly enough, if not tragic…
An ambush she couldn’t believe
By romance and its alleged magic
The story comes to close
A candle amongst echoes.
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