The Singer

You sang to me a lovers song,
About sweet eyes of blue.
Though it didn't take as long,
To fall in love with you.

Your ruby lips dripping sweet,
With honeyed words of love.
What made you leave your hallowed seat,
From heaven sent above.

We laughed and smiled all the night,
Until you had to go.
Yours was such a gorgeous sight,
Perhaps I'll let you know.

The loss of you that night was hard,
It made me lose my head.
I wish I'd played the brave young bard,
And kissed those lips of red.

I missed a chance to seize the day,
And so I sit here musing.
Of the how and when to say,
It's me you should be choosing.