We planned to meet beneath the spreading larch

And pledge our life long love with all our might

Troubled by the cry ‘Heed the Ides of March’

We stayed away, and chose another night

But your external candour could not fade

Or lose its subtle truth and outer shine

Bourne on the wind and hiding in the shade

You had to let slip, you could not be mine

 I thought you spoke from fear and not your heart

Those hateful words that cut, maimed and hurt me

Blaming the evil that drove us apart

Knowing our true love could now never be

I loaded my gun and shot you stone dead

Now and forever my lady in red