Forty-Two Days

We met under the strangest of circumstances
Our love was to be for-ever.
But sadly, the first time (and I'm sorry for this)
I faltered, and then we were never.

Six moons passed, and we drifted apart
I found myself dreaming again -
Delirious was the word I had used, when I
Wrote you a letter, straight from my pen.

I sent it to you, five times at least
I needed to talk to you, woman or beast
I sat at my post nearly every day
And waited for your reply.

We spoke - once, twice, three times and still
You refused to forgive, to forget
And still as I sighed, for yourself you cried
There was only one for you, I bet.

And we were together in Feb'ry this year
But alas, it was never to be
I wrote you a song, a beautiful lullaby
To send you, my world, to sleep.

And yes, I now know that it went like it did
For a reason, to say "we were only just kids"
And but six se'nnights you had 'till eighteen
And no more will I hear your reply.

Just forty-two days - until you were free
Just forty-two days, and we could have been free.