Fascinating thoughts came to me,
with a winter short cold breeze;
The day she wrecked thee,
bleak old life of me.
Short Cry follows my grief,
ending up shortly at sea;
where we met, seems like a hunch,
we went bad, after brunch.
We’d a slip, a trip, rolled in the bed,
something happened, I’d never forget;
Eternal love in Eden we found,
At this moment woe makes me a vagabond.
We ended up on a nice fine day,
Emotions started flowing away;
Memorizing from the rose we together grew,
to the petal, she herself blew.
What I regret is bud she bears,
I refused to receive her tears;
We were two, while we’d fun,
All I long is to count two as one.