Lament of a Lost Love.

I think of you and sadly see the treasure that I could have had.
I let you slip away from me and leave me for another lad.
I was a shy, unproven boy, and so afraid of your desire.
I was reluctant to employ, the will to raise our passion higher.

For months you waited patiently, but love to me was something new.
I should have spoken honestly, perhaps you would have helped me through.
I should have treated preciously, someone as wonderful as you.
But messed around so foolishly; I really didn’t have a clue.

A friend of mine came on the scene, and he thought he would make a try.
His romance could not have been, if I’d have been a better guy.
The word got round and made me mad, but I knew that my time was done.
Though devastated, hurt and sad, I lied pretending it was fun.

I thought about the hand I’d miss, the hand I used to hold so tight.
I knew that I’d no longer kiss, the lips I used to kiss goodnight.
I knew I’d miss those lovely eyes, those brown eyes clashing with my blue.
But most I’d miss the greatest prize: the life I could have had with you.

When we were only seventeen, I should have kept you by my side.
I won't forget what could have been, to be your man filled me with pride.
Through every year you’ve touched my mind, a person I would always miss.
A better girl was hard to find, I kissed a dream then lost the kiss.