There were days long ago when he cared for me.
He would sing of his love day to day.
His eyes only my face and figure would see,
And promised it would remain that way.
We spent long hours in fields of grass,
Playing or laying about,
Talking about when time will pass,
If our love would run out.
“Never,” said he and kissed my cheek,
And I was unafraid.
His unabashed love made my being weak,
As on his chest I laid.
“Never,” he said, but made me cry.
Forever was a heartless lie.