and as she walks the sunlight plays
on satin skin and sets ablaze
a flame within my heart that stays.
She walks in beauty through my nights
with beauty that outshines the lights
of moon and stars and reunites
my soul with heavenly delights.
She walks in beauty through my dreams
where all my most romantic schemes
succeeded and my diamond gleams
on her left hand - or so it seems.
She walks in beauty through my life
and leaves behind a trail of strife.
The truth that cuts me like a knife.
That she is someone else's wife.
With thanks to Lord Byron for the theme.