Of love we lost, those losers lied
Declaring our lost love had died
Announcing, “Was not meant to be,
The marriage of our girl with thee!”
Of love we both fell into deep
Beneath their wretched rug did sweep
When we broke up they danced for joy
On grave of petty poet boy!
Of love called first, we’d shared in peace
They prayed to God that it would cease
That it would fail to freely flow
In time, they hoped, we would outgrow
Of love that they suspected true
With coward’s kiss they would have slew
If we had not that stormy day
Flung love, like worn out shoes, away
Of love that we will not forget
Repent of, rue, no nor regret!
They’d never in their wildest dreams
Suspect that still today it streams
Of love that heaven let them find
They’d boast, but to our own be blind
They knew, like them, one soul we shared
But when has cruelty ever cared?