Poems (Odom)/Distrusted

DISTRUSTED.

You will know some time, my darling,
That I never wronged you, never;
That all my heart and soul are yours
Forever and forever.

But you will learn, my darling,
Too late for tears or grieving,
The bitter falsehood of the tale
You crushed me in believing.

I loved you, oh! my darling,
Too trustingly to doubt you,
And pulse by pulse my life has failed
Since I have lived without you.

You would not hear, my darling,
My wild impassioned pleading,
But tore my breaking heart from yours,
And tossed it from you bleeding.

The blood-waves beat, my darling,
And plash with weak endeavor,
And soon I know that they shall cease
Their fitful play forever.

I care not, for, my darling,
When hearts are slowly breaking
They crave the Lethe of the sleep
That knows no dream nor waking.

Could I out-live, my darling,
Your faith in me? ah! never;
For when I lost your love, I lost
My hold on life forever.