©Eleanor Fairchild (Truly Carmichael)
What greater crime for lovers than deceit?
What worse than promises too lightly made?
What means eternity, if incomplete?
No pain more sharp than from the trusted blade.
Our vow: to join, and solitary, stand.
One soul we'd stay through heaven's blessed veil.
One breath, one heart, one life. With steady hand
This contract signed we two. Yet one has failed.
Though neither can survive a severed soul,
Though love's deserter bears alone the blame,
Though you nor I again can be made whole,
I now break faith, to my eternal shame.
Cans't ever thou my grievous sin forgive?
I die, condemning you, alas, to live.