I had an eagle, but I let it fly.
I had a hero, but I let him die.
I had a lover, and I watched him cry.
I had the truth, but I told a lie.
I had his hand, so strong and stern.
I had his devotion, crackling with an infernos burn.
I had his eyes, they watched me yern.
I had his lessons, but I failed to learn.
I had his ear, with which he listened and stayed.
I had his faith, with which he hoped and he prayed.
I had his beauty, which in my bed he laid.
I had his kiss, soft and betrayed.
I have my regret, agonizing and pained.
I have my heart feeling tired and chained.
I have in the end, all that could be gained.
I have the memory of the days it rained.