Diminishing Pride

Pining for happiness she'd left behind Yearning, and crushed with sorrow. Sentimentality started her thinking Of a cottage way down in the hollow. Goodbye she had said to family devotion That sweet attraction could never stay. She was left grieving and sad with emotion Alone and downhearted each dismal day. Once she was happy; now she is sad. Don Juan's lies turned her world to grey. No cottage of roses to make her glad Alone and dispirited even in May. Searching for love she knew as a bride But all she can find is 'diminishing pride'.