His Usual Fate

All one season
  Lost to reason,
Breathing sea air
By the beach, where
  Young hearts mingle,
Love was playful
All the day full.
  We were single.

Now with mournful
Looks and scornful
Turns he too us;
He is through us,
Worried, harried.
Love is sighing;
Love is dying.
We are married.