Beguiling, she was smiling when she took her leave of me,
For a promise is a promise if it’s kept,
But I wondered at her sorrow,
Why she never once looked back,
Then inwardly I knew and how I wept.
Enchanted, I was smitten with her keepsake on my heart,
Enduring as a pledge or wedding ring,
They would beat in time forever,
To her footsteps as they fade,
For the flights of fancy now upon the wing.
Captive to her beauty, held hostage to her fate,
No freedom would I barter in its place,
When she gave a cheerless sigh,
As she whisper-kissed goodbye,
My fingers caught the teardrop on her face.
Her heart in two was broken but I held the smallest half,
And another’s heart tomorrow would rejoice,
Then for me just sweet recall,
Of the maid who gave her all,
Till crucified by hard and painful choice.