I fell on my footsteps,
T'is where I failed to see,
That beneath that charming vision,
Lies a painful reality.

Murmured your love upon her ears,
Causing her to falter whenever you are near,
T'was her mishap to have waited for years,
Now all that is left is a grin and tears.

Love, indeed, is a splendid thing,
Yet who else when love fails are you to cling?
You, my dear, are my wish supreme
And no more greater than a dream.