I speak of times when love was strong
And I was faithful, although wrong
I lived in thoughts that fractured me
And made it known, albeit angrily

But my deepest thoughts I could not speak
And that was what had made me bleak
Like damsels and the moon I’d weep
And then I’d only wake to sleep

But deciduous, I shed my leaves
And at the loom of my life I weave
I have become a babe anew
And I wake to watch the world in bloom