Romance sans Paroles When those who scarcely knew him thought him hard They wronged him. If a numb heart were to dance, A life completely empty of romance Could never heal a soul so battlescarred. Untrusting, stubborn, always on his guard, Reading aggression in the slightest glance, Yet pleading silently for just a chance To show a secret inner self unmarred. A flight of fancy in a leotard Freeing imagination in a trance. A song, a touch of magic, to enhance His dreary path along the boulevard. Lighthearted, liberated, see him prance No longer caring that they look askance. Brian Smith
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