Definitions

You were no bride in red;

Only a widow-heart unwed;

Yet with the seasons came

A spot of red in your hands.

I was no prince charming;

Only a lonesome wanderer;

Yet with the seasons came

A boat song on these lips.

We moved along these lines

Along these definitions;

In the end you are a wanderer

And I have turned widow-heart.

Yet these roles reverse and turn

Bring no comfort only despair.