Whence True Love

A white haired lady sits front of mirror She tears somewhat in the eye She picks up a handle to brush the hair That fate has thinned and vilified She cries thinking just this thing, He will not find me now. No, I have waited too long in years My true love will not find me now. I've wasted my love and these tears On braggarts and rascals and wastels. No, not now, he would not love me now; If he could find me, if somehow but how? I married the wrong man in my youth Then corrected it but then, Do you want the truth? She whispered, the next one was the same. No, my true love will never come No, not now, he will never come to tame The heart that still yearns for him At every turn, and I am to blame. Tired, and so tired, I say, everyday, It comes closer to me, so that sometimes I just pray to get it over with, As my true love has gone away.