Lovelorn (Arcana)

An amusing thought A glimpse of your smile The moment was short But indeed worthwhile You stole my eyes You stole my mind You cruel device To me seemed kind Your scheming act That sinister care Of kindness lacked Yet seemed so fair Suddenly awaked By reality's call For truth I ached But you denied it all The torch for you I carried too long Now there's no more glow And I've grown strong But when you smile Exposed to your art Again you beguile My poor, lovesick heart