She danced upon the shore,
What need had she to care?
The wind and water did roar,
And caressed her silken hair.
I smiled at her from afar,
Waiting she would turn to me.
Child I was, like we all are,
As artless as one could be.
She seemed as lovely as spring,
And I couldn't stay apart,
With joy more than I could bring,
I gave her all my heart.
I was told by her that love
Was hardly worth thinking of,
That every kiss and the early bliss,
Died with each broken promise.
That she would rather walk alone
Than give her heart outright,
For love as she had known,
Was a brief, hazy delight.
In a little while, all I had won,
Had been savagely undone.
Now to me, truth did seem
A lie I had chosen to dream.
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