Why

This tale I speak is the truth
Of a lovely young lady of my youth
With charm, beauty and intelligence
She stole my heart, that's the truth

Many years now have gone their way,
Yet still I ponder of the why,
That I did not dare and ask to share
Those years and all the best
With the one that shadowed the rest

My youthful love was true I know
For even in absence it did grow