Dear Old Love:

Are you yet before me,

In this world so grand,

Down on bended knee, 

Asking wishfully for my hand,

Awaiting my reply, 

With your heart beating?

Almost a yes, but I 

Cannot consent to what is fleeting.

I did love you once,

At the beginning, 

Before these hard months, 

The days of which are now spinning:

Rapidly through my mind, 

Cruelly towards my heart,

But you weren't so kind,

And dear, you couldn't play the part.