Dear one, what did you say?
A dining hall, a distant day,
It seems it was time;
For goodbye,
Speaking of my eyes,
‘They shine so bright’,;
Words said (or words of this kind),
If this was true and indeed they did,
Because of feelings that I hid,
I must have longed;
For you to stay,
But I didn’t beg you, ‘please don’t leave!’,
I must have seemed so cavalier,
And something precious had to fade.
