Adieu

A woeful tale of love.

Sorrowful, is the day of thy departure,
When I shall no longer see thy beauty,
And forc'd to accept a sudden cruelty,
Abating years of a wondrous adventure.
Hence, the whims of time shall prevail,
When drearisome melancholy surges,
O'er the lingering memories and urges,
That I cannot so easily erase or avail.
Therefore, my chagrin shall be visible,
And my heart shall ponder the reasons,
With the weeks of the passing seasons,
Fading within the moments so divisible.
Now, thou shalt leave and be far away,
And I shall bid thee, a final adieu today.