Sorry for those tears shed.
All of your sleepless nights
"Love You" was what you said
But it was all a lie.
I know I made wrong by you,
But the leaves come back each Spring.
Even when the sky is not blue,
The birds still chirp and sing.
May it be that the clouds cry,
When the moon has turned away.
Could it be the sun is wry,
And it leads the clouds astray.
But you my love, my sweet
I'll never leave at bay.
You're the drum to my beat,
Without you I'm dismayed.
My lips have turned purple,
Without your touch and love.
My life is now so dull,
Time to fly my turtledove.
