I was a fool once who lived in town
when I met her, in January.
We laugh and loved, we fight and frown
And thus so ended, our little story.
I now stand proudly on my own
a hint of regret, the tiniest of worry.
For I want to see her wear that gown
smiling proudly, celebrating victory.
But perhaps it is Pride in my crown
that stopped me from saying that I am sorry.
So maybe one day I’ll move again into town
to be a fool once more, and start another story!