Rusted strings

It had just been a week, my heart had been rendered weak. 

The long terrible one year streak, of being a single independent geek, 

had been put down by your grace, one more time did my heart race, 

Love was in the air I could trace, I finally lost my regular grimace.

It is too shallow now again, but the feeling is not in vain, 

I realize it's my mistake to train, against the heart over the brain. 

I feel as young as spring, for you pulled the rusted string.

I wish to last longer, this thing, that again made my heart sing.

The fate has decided against me, and my will is keeping the company. 

I wish miracles out of the sea, living in the city that knows no tree. 

I will try to buy one chance, under the table, out of the glance.

I'll be left with my dull single stance, in case we won't do the smoother dance.

You are wasted, spoilt am I, but you're beautiful to my eye. 

Darling, can we dream a sweeter lie, against our fate that's always sly?