The day before was so perfect
He’s always there just to protect
He sang her song, painted her face
He left her with such tender trace
She smiled at him, she admired more
All his good traits deep to the core
She dreamed to hold, to hug, to chase
He left her with such tender trace
The day they danced in that grand ball
She never thought that she would fall
Unto his arms, to his embrace
He left her with such tender trace
And from the day that he was gone
She cried from evening up to dawn
She missed more of their fine, sweet mace
He left her with such tender trace
But moment would come to renew
The pledge and dream would still come true
There in her heart, there is a place
He left her with such tender trace.
A Kyrielle poem