Sigh

My heart aches once more 

For a lover who has gone

Giving their amour 

To another someone 

Whom takes a name but mine 

 

My throat chokes again 

As I begin 

To speak of your name 

But this you win

The trophy of my besotted silence 

 

My tears stream one last time 

In order to forget 

The subject of my rhyme 

A lover, a memory, a regret 

And here I sigh.