Wasted Love of Mine

I watched as down the aisle you glide I look and I remember how I lied, When you said, "I wonder: Who is it you truly love?" And I said, "I've not been yet blessed by heaven above To find that princess my heart beats endlessly; furiously for, To spot upon whose sight my heart to the skies above soars." And gently, I wipe a single tear from my eye, Recalling back when I gazed at the night sky, Back when I waited for ages upon a shooting star And I wished, "Though that time may still be far, I wish, someday, she would learn to truly love me, And finally, lovers is what we would always be." I look to heaven, to the skies blue And wonder why, in love, I lost you, And what will happen—where will it go? What will be done? I, by no means, know. I sigh once agai, and I hear my aching heart whine, "Oh, what will happen to this wasted love of mine?"