Fair Thee Well

Thy fair head is reminiscent of a freefall cascade Thou art so lovely and undeniably a silent charade Hark you imposter, thine dewy eyes fool me not For your impetuous ways I have not easily forgot Thine misty greys, thou art mine Yet to no one you have signed Delusions of grandeur fill up my heart Yet alas the pain has yet to depart Clandestinely we loved, through thy soft gentle serenades Perish me, for my end dear heart continuously debates Adieu I say, for my end is here my lot be taken For it is I that your heart has callously forsaken! Oh the pain it hath endured T’was that I was better off forlorn