The silken clouds of disguise, slid smoothly over the stars of wounded wishes,
As the melancholic moon of drunken dreams hung its head in shame,
Casting a sorrowful glance up at the heavens of secrecy,
As the tide of idealistic love receded from the shy sands of surprise,
And the promise of two hearts was broken by the hands of destiny.

As the winds gossip of the once innocent whisperings of these two lovers,
And the trees bow to the ghosts of their romance,
And the flowers remember when they witnessed games of their youthful affection,
As the earth mourns the heartless decree of providence.

As fate tears the picture of desire, causing one lover to depart,
When different directions are dictated and love is forced to visit another heart.
When the wicked wants of fortune impede the carefree calls of love,
And all the pleading and wishing won’t grant an answer from above.

And love will fly away from the grasp of these two lovers, as if it were never there,
As if they were two strangers, who neither held hands, nor ever bore tears.
For destiny had signed them away, the night they pledged their hearts,
When morning was briefly tucked away, to slumber beneath the covers of the dark.