Did I rejoice when I renounced my vow?

How fatuous to dare to contemplate

When in the aftermath of here and now

The penitence and pain cannot abate;

Love’s course is volatile as tidal storms,

As people grow, their outlooks ebb and flow,

A mere concessionary ripple forms

To wistful waves of discontent and woe;

Tho’ had I stayed what might the present be:

Two wasted lives bemoaning circumstance;

Both miserable and yearning to be free?

Or happy they gave love a second chance?

These lines, with love, my mournful heart expressed

For love that’s true must never be suppressed.