Of Kinder Days

These many days I've waited here for you,
Your lover, Lady, aye and faithful friend.
What danger happened when our love was new,
To cast this evil charm that will not end?
It seems that time will not appease the storm
The gods of heartbreak wage within my breast.
My memory is anguished by your form,
That haunts me hourly, will not give me rest.
What then remains save dreams of better days?
Days of our young love, though you'd disagree.
No doubt you'd mock me gaily, in your haze
Of misrememberings, of tales of you and me.
Remember, Love that I was not unkind
Until the day you left my soul behind.