Is it to be unbearable, always What could have been A soft sunset kiss, a long last scene I am your Cleopatra, you sighed And even mimicked an Egyptian figurine I was just a sailor, a day in Alexandria A promise made, and a war that came I still have your scarf, you, I hope My hat—I went back, once, but you had left They told me you were broken-hearted Perhaps that is what hurts the most In the love we found, then lost
Beautiful!