But mostly wond'ring why I let thee go.
Thy heart was nearly mine! I did not see
The truth, because I loved another so.
How could I have missed the omens and signs
That told me of thy true love and intent?
Thou art too noble, talented and kind,
For my time to have been thus wrongly spent.
But gracious God has gi'en me second chance!
Sep'ration curtailed by the hands of fate,
Thou hadst captured me then with just a glance.
Starting anew, perhaps it's not too late!
- Prithee, my dear, forgive me for the past,
For 'thin me, thou shalt find a love to last.
