The Girl with the Faraway Eyes

I wrote her a song; a simple love song,
with lyrics that romanticize
the love that was first,
her heart had once nursed,
the girl with the faraway eyes.

I met her in France, where all true romance
is started, then ended, so dies.
Her heart I had won
‘neath San Tropez sun,
the girl with the faraway eyes.

Back then in her teens, in Levi Strauss jeans,
her smile was a stunning sunrise.
A beautiful blonde,
her style was beau monde,
the girl with the faraway eyes.

She taught me to love, this nymph from above,
was goddess, who wore a disguise.
Though never my wife,
was love of my life,
the girl with the faraway eyes.

She called me her beau; her folks though cried, no!
For true love it binds and it ties!
Held her in a noose;
they’d never cut loose,
the girl with the faraway eyes.

As subtle as snake, they’d feign and they’d fake,
yet secretly they did despise
the poet boy’s smile,
with which he’d beguile,
the girl with the faraway eyes.

The dogs had their day, when I was away
at college; I’d gone to revise.
Was by the sea shore
last time that I saw,
the girl with the faraway eyes.

We parted too soon,‘neath star-crossing moon;
with sorrow she stained all my skies.
Long years though apart;
she lived in my heart,
the girl with the faraway eyes.

I long for her still, with heart she did chill,
by breaking it, with all the ties.
I’ll find her one day
and ask her to stay,
the girl with the faraway eyes.