her heart was poetry  
but his muse had left him cold  
   blank sheet of paper

   
clear skies disappeared  
as the dark rain clouds rolled in  
   crow seeks clarity

   
i painted your lips  
but I could not draw it right  
   there is no birdsong

   
he exited home  
which became a house of tears  
   she built a high dam

   
you don’t believe me  
i declared my heart is yours  
   captcha proves my love