Margaret

Do you ever feel regret,

     Margaret?

That our lips in fondness met,

     Margaret?

If you do, then I the same,

Feel regret I cannot name,

For I know I was to blame,

     Margaret.

But, if you are happy yet,

Margaret,

And your heart feels no regret,

     Margaret,

Then dear, I am happy, too,

Happy knowing what I do,

Happy just because of you,

     Margaret.

August 10, ‘99