The First Mexican's Lament

Milady's gone.
She started walking,
Went on and on,
And went where there's no talking.
Disappeared into the lawn,
Disappeared into green. Gone.
Now I sit upon a bench,
Cursing Fate, that lovely wench.
I sit and wait for the dawn.
I must find my beauty that is gone.
So, I wait to mow that lawn.