I have lived for laughter

And for the pleasure of things,

Though beguiled by love

Of what possibilities it seemed.

Yet to what it’s beginning

Did such an end now come about:

From laughter of years

To sorrow and tear?

Whenever I dream I am flying high with you,

How something that unseen

Would always clip my wings

And send me tumbling back to earth. 

Earth, as if to remind me

That I could rise no higher with you

Than your love would allow me to go.

When suddenly came the thought

That this too must be a dream. 

But again, and again, 

I awaken to discover I was alone.