She's an old lady now
Who gazes out of the window
Counting the birds that fly by
Dreaming of the buttercups of youth
And the love she held, gone awry

Her watery eyes look to the sun
How she remembers feeling it
Upon her skin, drinking it in
And dancing without a care in the World
Those times have long passed.....

She gently caresses the treasure in her hand
The momento of her hearbreak so long ago
A tiny crumpled, yellow letter
That brought her lover to her soul
A lifetime ago, she let him slip away

Gently she smells the paper on which
Her soulmates words spilled to her alone
Told her how much he loved her
Couldn't be without her, needed her
Yearned for her, she places her lips on the page

And the lonely tear streaks her cheek
In the cruelty of 'what might have been'
If only she'd persevered in her quest
Her search for joy and devotion and happiness
She made the wrong choice, a bad decision