My smile is faded and my heart dull;
My kind words gone and lost.
If I were to search this empty soul
I would find nought to help it.
Memories are false and without strength
and I trust them little; I trust them not.
My dewy eyes were lit with hope,
and now they hurt and sting with lashes;
the sparkle gone.
You took my joy and held it in,
and doubled it with your interest.
But squandered thus, it leaked and flowed;
It went, it left, it fled.
But one soft glance from your velvet eyes,
One sweet smile from your ready lips,
One flash of teeth, one lift of brow
It would return, I know, I know.
My love, my soul, my spirit split
and spilled and lost and given.
I will not plead, or ask or wail,
I will not call,.
I must not yield.
I will be strong and and closed.