Infatuation Nation

like that of a fly, a short lived burst. the passion i can’t deny, will live on until i die. that rekindle of love, did feel familiar. in a spirit of a dove, restored to silver. an orchestra sang, while you honed in. this anchor i hang, waited from within. that infatuation nation, i did live in, called me to an isolation. never forgiven. faded to else unknown, in my weeping requiem. a trophy on my throne, is all that’s left of him. vanished until i cannot see, you ought to trap me in rhyme. like a stardust relishing me, a fly will flap for the last time. lost, as i take my ration, I pray my final sigh. In the nation of compassion, I say my final goodbye.