As he approached her balcony on softly treading feet,
Not a single soul in the garden did he per chance meet,
As the sun began to slowly fill the pale sky,
He began climbing up the trellis a twinkle in his eyes.
She placed an ivory hand gently into his,
He said what a beautiful night it is my lovely miss,
But not as beautiful as you,
If you don't believe a word I said I promise you its true.
Her pale cheeks flushed a shade of the most brilliant crimson red,
And in turn she boldly faced him and gently said,
I linger on your every word as if it were the last words you'll ever say,
So come again tomorrow night and take my breath away.
My dear it is my sorrow I didn't tell you long before,
It is 'morrow that I leave to serve my country in this war,
I shall take up my sword and shield but I shall always think of you,
You shan't worry for my decision I do not rue.
My courageous gentleman I can not promise you my worries,
For I know the war is in no further hurry,
I shall wait for you as long as need be,
And wait until again you meet me on my balcony.
So as he left her silently,
Treading oh so quietly,
She slowly turned away her head,
A single tear she never shed,
Upon that fated day.
Now every night she comes and sits,
No matter how the weather gets,
Upon her balconly in silent waiting,
Her memory of his handsome face fading,
Along with her hope that he'll come back,
The man he used to be,
And meet her waiting on her crumbling balcony.
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