When we were young and when we loved,
I believed it all to be true,
And maybe you believed it, too.
When you left and when you promised,
Fidelity was not deceit,
Spanning oceans seemed no great feat.
But society had concerns,
Ambition had its own power,
Love became matter of past’s hour.
If I could say something to you,
Following two and twenty years,
I still could not without these tears.
I’m too old to call this weakness,
I guess I loved and much too well,
It was just tragic you couldn’t tell.
Hearts Still Care 