The Spanish Chest

The light in her eyes
That he longed to see,
He never could ignite
Though he tried constantly.


For her heart was another's,
For Him it sighed.
Whenever they gathered,
She flew to His side.


Through thick and thin
Staunchly he stayed,
Till came the day
That she looked his way.


He held his breath,
Now would she see?
"My dear Henry,
How can this be?"


Sadly she laughed,
Softly he asked,
"Why Madeleine,
What do you mean?"


But never again
Did he look upon her,
His time was up,
He would stay no longer.


Thus ended the tale
Of what couldn't be.
'Tis a pity she didn't
Say "Bide a wee".