I'm still glad to see your face,
Though you look better when you smile,
I'd love to stay with you, and trace,
Your gentle figure for a while,

But now the ocean's steady push,
Has split us off on different tacks,
Drifting off aloof, at odds
With everything that we had planned,

So let's no longer talk of rings,
Or the promise we unmade,
Plans are precious brittle things,
And love is easily mislaid,

Eagerness without content,
We allowed ourselves to get so bold,
We threw away our better sense,
Now bitter tides are taking hold,

I loved you like I never dared,
You had me captured and ensnared,
I gave my soul to you,
Had it clad in gold for you,

But let's no longer talk of lies,
Or the thing that you debased,
The future is a fragile thing,
I fear my life has been misplaced.