I Wonder. . .

As I wonder looking through the window upon your gentile face,
All that comes to me is a mind of disgrace;
I wonder why I could not tell you that I felt this way;
Even though I was there hand and foot for you the very next day,
It meant nothing because of what had been done;
I wonder will I ever be as happy again,
As i was during the time we shared before I was shunned;