He was tall and fair of face

His demeanor, full of grace

His love for her was pure and good

But something lurked, misunderstood.

A mystery from the past

Some history one could not guess

Impending trouble distant brewed

Which ever shift his darkened mood

Just when it seemed that all was well

As one could sense...

a wedding bell!

There came instead

an empty bed.

A missing place

A hallow place.

Never would she ever know

Where did this errant lover go...

 

And so a baby cries at night

for Father Dear to hold her tight

or come into her loving sight

   and so she hopes,

    with all her might.