Once, at which hour we meet was a rife

I had pondered thee as my own

But then that gent came into thy life

And I was left all alone

I see thee smile as wide as the moon

And thy eyes twinkle like the stars

I had desired thee would come back soon

But all thee did was leave me a scar

I wish I had told thee what I felt

Before I had lost thee altogether

But hither I am, crying as I melt

Underneath the stormy weather

If it be his company makes thee feel glee

I shall allow thee go and be free