Last night... in Iambic

The night is sweetly singing him to his sleep,
but he has forgotten its mellow tongue.
Face and pace calm with the secrets they keep
safe and sound, in her face, but kept her from.
His heart kept cold, but his mind was boiling.
his muscles slept, but his id was livid.
But he learned of a man whom she now loved
He considered, as she talked, "just like me."
And all of those thoughts and those feelings, that rush
left, & he drove and he thought, "what's this mean?"