One Moment In Time

I do hope well, thank you ma am, but I am not hungry. I hear talk, well kinda, it is mostly all about your sister, and what you think I should do with her, yet please bear in mind I have spread coals once of her, over wide areas each spot rekindled, memories, carried in soot on my face in streaks powdered tears. I hear you speak through your sister, her look, when at me makes it clearer. All say it is not a substitution but as is school when the teacher was away, not what was said but a thought did remain. I canna marry you, sister, please no prospect towards have I ever intended, she has gone away, my heart with her to stay. So far no other love will obey this heart to stay in a hand tenderd love that is true.