Romance Lost
Alyce
Her laugh could stop a charging army,
A melody no song can play.
It mends the pain, the crippled faith,
It saves a man from sin and hate.
Her smile paints acrylic portraits,
It stretches wide and begs to play.
It renders all who fail to see,
The beauty of her splendid ways.
And so I sing this ode to Alyce,
You'll see me wane and hear me say.
If by my end I've loved no other,
I've wasted none and earned my grace.
A melody no song can play.
It mends the pain, the crippled faith,
It saves a man from sin and hate.
Her smile paints acrylic portraits,
It stretches wide and begs to play.
It renders all who fail to see,
The beauty of her splendid ways.
And so I sing this ode to Alyce,
You'll see me wane and hear me say.
If by my end I've loved no other,
I've wasted none and earned my grace.
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