The first defeat

He had blue eyes and a wicked smile

That charmed my devious heart. 

We’d danced and laughed 

And dared to play the fool, 

Asking ourselves, “What if?’

 

and then later, we'd been serious,

talking of the future and of our plans,

and he'd made promises he'd never keep. 

we'd both believed back then

that this was more than it was. 

but there was nothing under the surface, 

no man behind the curtain.