The Shy One

this is the story of a life
part one.
the birds flew south
marked by the clock
while the man below
governed by chance
jokers wild
met her glance
and upon a vaulting
beat of the heart
coyly turns
to spurn
the worldly ways of love
while up above
the birds flew south
so he berates himself
even a little
hates himself
and when
a second chance to say,
in a rain-refuge cliche,
fails him again
words of innocent love
from inner voice
remain a stranger
to his mouth
while up above
the birds flew south

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