The morning was sunny, but her soul was frozen,
All emotions were frozen, there was no love to be seen,
Her heart was struck to stone, she was lost,
Trying to find the path to get her life back on track,
But the path was not visible to human eyes,
Especially not hers, eventually she cried herself a river,
But she never built a bridge to get over it,
Not once did she try to find a suitable outcome,
But then again it is my sister,
caused by her stubborn love.
