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A changed man he became
But who was to know
for the poor maiden was quietly sobbing
and waiting for him to turn back time

To the times where she was the only
His affection was unequaled
Unduly worried she became
Maiden's tears flood the rivers

Little did she know he sat across
Pining for her longing for her assurance
But her gaze drifted far from his reach
An irrevocable love cast away by her

Italics are by a friend, miss tjt. :)