A Ballad of Lost Love

In a land of rolling hills and green,

There lived a maid, with hair so keen,

Her eyes like stars, her smile so bright,

She shone like sun, in day and night.

She met a youth, with heart of gold,

Whose laughter echoed, as stories told,

He won her love, with gentle hand,

And promised her, he'd always stand.

Together they roamed, through fields so wide,

Their love like fire, never to hide,

They whispered vows, beneath the moon,

Of love that lasts, till end of June.

But war did come, and take him away,

To foreign lands, where he must slay,

The maid she wept, with bitter tears,

For love that's lost, for memories cleared.

She searched for him, through hills so steep,

And asked the winds, to bring her keep,

But he was gone, no trace was found,

And she was left, to wander round.

And though she searched, till end of days,

She never found, the love she craves,

And so she sings, a mournful tune,

Of love that's lost, and end of June.