of Love Lost

I saw it from my corner eye
A spectre, a ghost, some ancient spirit

I glimpsed it as I crossed the street
I smelt its perfume passing by

I grasped it when your eye met mine
Sliding, slipping, I held but air

It made me rue the day we met
Regret, pure bile, twas all for not

And now my thoughts of only you
No other soul will scarce compete

No arms, no words, no kisses sweet
Will spare me from my death of love

That I have missed this chance for good
Goodbye my love, my sweet, my one heart's truth