Silver ratios , come reveal the answers now,
He is a brave man- a one man army against the town,
In a sleeping moment she is trying to hear the flame burn,
Her heart is a dartboard- men they wait for their turn,
‘No don’t heal me’ and she lets the wound fester,
All the King’s men have failed, right up to the court jester,
She needs no polish- for pretence she can’t we wear,
No diamonds, no rubies – On them not a thought to spare,
It is the one man army she swoons over,
Alas! False battles engage the true lover,
Heal her, O heal her now,
Silver ratios do tell how.
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