The night is nigh.
And I know that I will soon sigh,
As I have been forgotten by your eye.
Left by your gaze for some other.
While I try to merely flutter.
Now, you soar with such great finesse, And I am left without one to caress.
As I recall and do believe.
You were not mean, and I was not bad.
What was wrong with what we had?
Today, a little bird made it known to me that you have fallen ill in a time of need.
These last few years have not been so kind, some say that you will soon die.
Let it be known that on that day, I too will cry.
By your side, I may not be, but in my thoughts, you persist.
For I cannot resist, the wine of your lips.
The affliction that will claim your life, I as well will feel mine wane.
To be no more, without a doubt, but of another kind.
Not of the body, but of the soul, my heart will perish from the memories of you that I cherish.