I wonder what you are doing now

as my pen lays down each word.

A mind locked into a bygone day

when I was the sunshine in your world

 It's not your fault I still love you,

it's this stubborn heart of mine

Clinging to a promise made,

"Yours 'till the end of time'.

 My heart was once an eagle

soaring higher beyond high.

Now it sits upon the ground and

gazes at the sky.

Each time I try to tell it you and I

can never be,

It replies with silent anguish,

"Hers' eternally".