Lament of the Unfaithful

I met thee half a life ago —
In days of heat and fire.
Thou smile so bright, enchanted me;
Thou laugh, made my heart whole.
But now the laughter hath fled thy lips;
Thou smile be hard and cold.
Where hath thou gone, my dearest heart?
I beg thee, please come home.

I met thee half a life ago —
In days that never rained.
Thou wooed me with thine sweet words;
That touched me to my soul.
But now thou words art full of spite;
The sweet hath turned to bitter.
Where hath thou gone, my dearest love?
I beg thee, please come home.

I met thee half a life ago —
In days of sapphire hue.
My spirit did soar when thee did whisper …
Those words, “I love thee true!”
But now thou heart is full of hate,
And rage that turns thee from me.
Where hath thou gone, my life, my soul?
I beg thee, please come home.

I lost thee one half moons ago —
On a night of full moonshine.
When thou found me with another …
Upon sheets of blackest satin.
Thou face became pale as the pale of night;
Thine eyes showed thou own heartbreak.
Thou spirit fled, my one true love;
I beg thee, please come home.

I lost thee one half moons ago —
For a moment I shalt eternally curse.
My folly, my foolishness, my prideful heart …
That was turned by another’s false words.
Forgive me please, my other half;
Please return, I beg of thee.
For my foolish heart shalt never love,
One as I love thee.

I beg thee, please come home.