In the heart of the man, there’s a gap

In the heart of a violin, there’s a flame
It was lit by the  ache of desire.
Electric  those gold stricken wires
Who plays loud the sound of your name?

In the heart of the  love, there’s a space
Where music’s  condemned by the moon
Where dancers will dance to their doom
In our   timelesss and freezing embrace.

In the heart of the man there’s a gap
Where the love cannot reach ,though  he try,
Near untouchable  bliss he might die
As photographers beam in their snaps

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