אני אהוב שלי אהובי שלי

there is a girl
on the other side of the world
wearing the necklace i gave you
that necklace was given to me
by a woman much wiser
to be given to whom ever i chose

and yet it sits about the neck
of a girl who in all reality stole not only that one charm
but the boys heart
that same boy who i chose to give it

and now i sit and wonder
is it that she is the beloved,
and my beloved hers?