The stone burns with passion But all the while her hesitation spoils The smooth edge; The polished surface Cased in hopes, surrounded by dreams Broken by secrets His love was an uncomfortable truth The elephant in the room, daunting, grey Hers was uncomfortable for a different reason As the expectant faces looked for a nod A smile, an embrace, a memory born But nothing came of it Three months' saving and a lifetime of hurt All wasted Time heals all wounds, They say. They say, they say, they say... All the while they watch, and they judge."...I would never..."
"...In the champagne..."
"Tacky, dated, unoriginal"
Yes, all synonyms All substitutions for his name But kneeling there, one knee down The man now knew his fate.