Tattooed tear humouR

It came like a fever
built bridges like a beaver
over troubled runnin' water
called itself a tiny lil love maker
stayed in his cozy comfy shelter
which spread across a lil more than an acre
but in one of it's corner
he stacked his breakfast, lunch n dinner
of some finger lickin' flavour
nobody but him could have been it's buyer
not even the burglar
who had in his pocket a royal dagger
who wore shoes mugged from a cobbler
"who was but kind" said jesus during the easter
he poured love n lust into the heart of a sailor
who was all set to sail on a venture
who was before nothin' but a toddler
a sailor no more! or was he a lover?
it was she who seemed to have an answer
she for who he stripped off his armor
and let grow within him a sorta tumor
that the doctors would call it a love cancer
turned him into much more of a dreamer
and made his days many a times merrier
he was never to her this gentler
she smiled at his every gesture
like the story of Alice and the Mad Hatter
he had nothin' but his heart to offer
then a cloud above her started to linger
and got her nothing but to ponder
if her life was in any order
wudn' it have been better if she hadn't seen the pyre?
thoughts of space n time haunted by; got her frailer
he watched like Sauron; the great observer
but kept faith in themselves n her
n believed they would go much farther
though a false hope was in which they lived forever
he knew they had to withdraw sooner or later
all this for her to live better
and the day arrived packed with a wise error
his days started to seem sombre
n the nights turned insomniac n lacked it's habitual glitter
the subsequent insight needs to be buried deep under
cos all he could do by the end was to smirk in cold humour!!