I disregarded Eleanor,
She much regarded me,
Amidst the trope of our desire,
I dazzled her; she frazzled me,
We danced a rumba sheen.
But never found that comfort place
To right our wrongs between.
Too late, I flew a flag of truce,
Surrender in my eyes,
To find she’d fled our pied-à-terre
Defeated by our lies.