A pane of glass, a window made,

My world blossomed looking through.

A thousand memories I wouldn’t trade,

Looking out of it and discovering you.

In my mind I knew our fate,

This girl next door and me.

I knew my heart was just too late,

And it would never be.

She held me captive with her eyes,

Imprisoned by her smile.

I tried to touch the golden prize,

Yet missed her by the saddest mile.

Like comets midst the stars above,

Our time so short and touch so brief.

It’s true what they say about first love,

You never know but endless grief.

Summers end and winters cold,

In the end it had to be.

Her heart would go to others bold,

Far better men than ever me.

Yet in my mind I’ve held her there,

These many decades growing old.

I wondered how her life had fared,

And had her memory of me grown cold.

I’ve lived my fate and suffered through,

As each hope and dream has passed.

Forever and always looking out at you,

Always through the pain of glass.