Once, a long time ago
when the stars seemed young
and the moon did truly glow
I was in love
her beauty so great,
mind sharp as a cleaver
in my heart I had vowed
to never leave her
but the moment passed
and I never did tell her
of my unrequited love,
oh my darling sweet…
to this day I can’t
say her name
lest it remind me
of secret shame
this is all but the lark
that comes from having
a broken heart