Classic Poem

Was what you thought love, but passing,
Was it but an idle dream,
But the passion of a moment,
But a bubble on the stream?

Has my lofty ideal fallen,
Do my hopes all shattered lay;
Have I loved once, and then in vain,
Has my idol turned to clay?

Have you won my heart for conquest,
But to cast it off when won;
And to end my bliss so quickly,
When I thought it just begun?

No, I cannot judge you harshly,
Tho' bitter thoughts my heart now fill,
For with all your faults and failings,
Yet, my own, I love you still.