My Last Bow

Beneath the tree that is my namesake,
I speak to you, one last time;
You look at me with electric eyes,
That say so much;
Your face but is wry.
And then I leave you, I always have;
Walking away with lingering steps,
My heart so heavy, 'tis molten lead.
But then I turn, I face you,
Oh! I had a lot to tell,
My lot I'd wished to share;
And all I say,
"Shine on, my love,
Shine with all your glory,
Shine……..like a crazy diamond.
Pray to God that I meet my peace,
And I shall pray for thee,
May the man you love, love you;
May your Love
Be purer than me."