The Gift

I loved him true,

I gave my all.

He broke my heart,

And I took the fall.

But my dreams alas,

Anew and steadfast,

Came to me once more,

And guided my feet to the floor.

He has regret,

And I have none,

For nothing wrong had I done.

The ambitions he stole,

And the lies that he twisted.

Never did I see,

Until he left me.

But joyous am I! Oh, joyous am I!

A gift that was truly disguised,

And he knew not that he gave it.

But with open hands I received,

All that which he had taken from me.

Now joyous, oh, so joyous will I be!

For he has once again set me free!