It seems you’ve now found someone you cherish,
are proud to publicly proclaim your own.
Though my love for you has not yet perished,
seeds of love for another have been sown.
Love for me from you was not a whisper,
and my gifts you were unable to claim,
not even as you traveled through winter,
feeling unloved and seeking one to blame.
Strange it seems, I’m sad but happy for you,
knowing your pain when love you couldn’t reach.
For the one you then loved was not so true,
and God did not hear you when you beseeched.
Though my heart’s now winter and yours is spring,
our season together I’ll always cling.