Love To Call My Own

I've never envied another woman For her jewels or garments finely sewn, But I can't conceal the envy I feel Knowing she has love to call her own To see her walking as though she had wings On her feet makes me pause in wonder; And hard though I try, I cannot deny I envy this spell that she's under Once an elderly couple caught my eye - - A man and woman whose youth had flown, But her countenance, in radiant trance, Left no doubt his love was hers alone What misdeeds have I done that were so wrong? Tell me for which sins I must atone! I don't ask for much - a warm hand to clutch, Just a love that I can call my own But lonely days and nights turned into years, And O, how my restlessness has grown! I fear I shall die without knowing why I never had love to call my own