You said you loved, I thought it true, 
Loved me, I heard you say, 
But there was something in your smile,
That cut the warming air with cold,
As we walked among the trees,
Where children played hide and seek,
Content that Spring was here, 
The buds and leaves, the winter gone,
Some thing I could not see,
Until you dropped my hand, and turned,
To tell me, “It’s a lie,”
And as I watched, you walked away,
Past the children in their play,
Down the path we once had walked,
Sharing kisses on the way,
To meet another love, another way,
Whilst I stood in contemplation,
Of who I was, and why,
Then five years on, by some fated chance,
There you were again,
Standing on the platform,
Waiting for the train, in tears,
So asked softly what was wrong,
At which you turned to me,
As though a vision had appeared,
And cried out, “Each long day has made me mad,
 I yearn for you, I long for you,
The other is now just bitterness,
My only love is you,”
But when came the train, she kissed me once,
Then, “Farewell, it's too late to change things now,”
And so I stood, in thought again, 
Thinking, I must have had a dream;
Yet, alone, at night, I hear your voice, 
I feel your kiss, and wonder how you are,
As we walk beneath the trees again,
Our arms entwined, our eyes entranced,
Together, you and I.