He once lived for you,
Closer with every word you spoke,
Heavier with every sorrow you soaked.
Tensed with every tear that fell,
A magic he wished, he could always spell.
Your raging frown got him weak,
His willing eyes could never speak.
Prayers he offered never seemed vain.
For you, on days you lightly looked pale.
Gifts he bought were less on worth,
He thought so and could never come forth.
Letters were written on lonely nights.
But never delivered due to unknown fright.
Like school boy he stood with gleaming eyes.
Trying to confess , but never felt wise.
Time passed and coiled into a reel,
The story was never read, never seen.
Watch him not, for he is weak.
Mourn him not, for he is dead.
For he once lived for you.