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Rondeau for a girl

She kissed me then lightly went her way
never knowing it might be more than play
never seeing that she changed the way
my wary heart beat.
A new path opened for tired old feet,
old flags unfurled in fresh display.

Blithely, lightly went those days.
In foolish youthful happy haze
my waking heart beat!
She kissed me then.

Then lightly, blithely she went away
thinking it all had been in play.
My slowing heart beat
a muffled drum of sad retreat
and faded flags of quiet dismay.
She kissed me, then.