When I met Amy, fancy ruled my mind
And I could not my reason separate;
Her beauty blinded me and undermined
My better judgment 'til it was too late.
Her alabaster skin and deep blue eyes
Transfixed me so I could not turn away
And I, in truth, then planned to make her mine,
But my devotion could not make her stay.
Yet her departure still seemed a surprise;
Her playful glances and her laughter lies
And so, to hurts forget, I took to wine.

And so, the days passed into years at last
And I, a worthless whiskey-ruined sot
Grew disillusioned thinking of my past
And what I wished I had but I had not.
And one dark night beneath a slivered moon
Out in the countryside, I fell asleep
And in the arms of Morpheus I lay.
And it was there I saw her blue eyes weep,
And realized that long lost afternoon
For her as well as me had been too soon.
And then the vision quickly went away.

I woke then knowing she was ruined too,
And so my quest to win her back began.
I thought then that if we could start anew
I'd be redeemed and be a better man.
I scoured the earth to find my lovely flower,
And this time I resolved I would not wait;
Yes she'd be mine regardless of the cost.
Alas! I found her but a bit too late,
A simple stone in a secluded bower;
I'd had her love but only for an hour —
My only chance at real romance was lost.