How dear I thought her smile was to me.
Her beauty was unparalled as dawn.
She, soft and warm, as human as could be,
And doe-eyed, dappled, silky as a fawn.

The sun was dim compared to her dark eyes.
My love, who brought me hope out of the dark.
Her words rang truer than the sweetest lies,
And drifted from her mouth light as the lark.

The future she entrusted unto me,
My choice to live with her or live without,
Until her mistrust pinned me to a tree
And lightened unto me a spear of doubt:

She used me as a pawn of her own fate,
But this, alas, I learned a bit too late.