- When she approaches down the lane,
- My heart, it stirs with gentle pain.
- I bid my eyes to look away,
- Yet still on her they long to stay.
- And I am humbled, hide my face,
- My soul laid bare by beauty’s grace.
- A fleeting glance, yet still I sigh,
- Each time my fair one passes by.
- She turned with eyes both soft and wide,
- And whispered low, “Let time decide.
- Though part we now, fate’s wheel may turn,
- And to your arms I might return.”
- Alas, alone, I hold her near,
- Her voice remains, though she’s not here.
- And I am humbled, hide my face,
- My soul laid bare by beauty’s grace.
- A fleeting glance, yet still I sigh,
- Each time my fair one passes by.
- I roam the paths where once we strayed,
- Though well I know she comes not this way.
- The wound she left still blooms with ache,
- Perhaps she smiles, yet my heart does break.
- And I am humbled, hide my face,
- My soul laid bare by beauty’s grace.
- A fleeting glance, yet still I sigh,
- Each time my fair one passes by.
- I bid these arms to hold another,
- A kind and gentle-hearted lover.
- Yet still they ache, they shall not rest,
- For her whose name still haunts my breast.
- And I am humbled, hide my face,
- My soul laid bare by beauty’s grace.
- A fleeting glance, yet still I sigh,
- Each time my fair one passes by.
- Each time my fair one passes by.
In truth? We have around sixty good serviceable years in our lifetimes. Bad choices, diet, cigs, or alcohol can shorten that timeline. Or? We can get hit with something unforeseen, to no avail to our own actions or choices.
Love the one your with, because LOVE does conquer all.
Excellent Composition Mark!