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With three ex-wives expelled from mind.

In sullen space he loomed and moped

his distant memories mulled in smoke,

with pillars of distaste inside.

But every day his heart evoked

silent thoughts of love regained

a search for happiness through pain.



Filled flush with wealth under his roof

true to a fault with money's hope

enticing minds with regal show

and words to pitch his worth aloof.

His song would trap a callow soul,

with flash of kindness in deceit

a merchant of contrived relief.



But when she came one month, to clean,

The darkness of his thoughts went dry,

then sunward went his soul on high

and filled with life his heart broke free!

The shadows of his latter pride

were lit with daylight and unchained

from the guileness of his game.



Then, too, she brought his faith to swell.

His needs beheld in her sweet face

uplifted by her tender grace.

On him, like gentle rain she fell

to water wisdom once displaced.

He offered her his wealth and fame

and at her feet he threw his gain.



He watched her soft eyes slowly drop

Stoned innocence filled her light laugh

then she spoke pure unabashed

deep words of love spilled from her thoughts.

He heard a river's length of love to last,

about her boyfriend and their plans

and her eyes glowed solely for her man.



Through years of trading he had fought

where friends were shallow, fierce and dim

where all the world was made to win

and render profits at all cost.

Yet this songbird sang over him

from her nest of silver dreams

and left him helpless and unclean