What would I give?

The dverse prompt today is a real challenge. I can write rhyming ballads like breathing, but I’ve never done a nasty one before. This ended up as sweetly sad as usual, but following Kim’s instructions, I changed the last lines and hopefully changed the tone too.

What would I give to have you with me,

To sit beneath the scented rose tree,

And watch together the rolling river,

As moonlight glitter bathes us in silver.

 

Years I would offer of this poor lifetime,

If you’d come back and promise to be mine,

But the rose is falling, fading its scent,

And you never told me where you went.

 

Your smile was so easy, your mouth ripe and red,

I thought that you loved me though you never said,

We dallied all spring till you went away,

One last kiss you gave me and bid me to stay.

 

One more day I’ll linger on this grassy bank,

For autumn is coming with mists damp and dank,

In my bones I feel I’ll not see the spring,

Weary of watching for what the tides bring.

 

Should you come back and I should be dead,

You’ll find I’m still waiting to pour on your head

The lees of the bitter cup you made me drink,

And beneath cold waves I’ll see that you sink.