Wedding Band

March 29, 2017

I found my way into the market square

To drink deep the festival's delight.

I suffered the misfortune of you there

Like I had borne through all our troubled nights.

So recently we'd broke bonds of love,

I doubted you had sooner still forgot;

Yet your jealous ire rose above

When passions in another had grown hot.

Yes, I am in his gaze, and he in mine,

But your eyes somewhere else should swiftly start

For three long years I left myself to pine

For matrimony's gifts to grace my heart.

If truly you did wish to win my hand,

You should have graced it with a wedding band.

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