A man and a woman as sweet as can be,
A story of love and setting things free.
I will never forget you, not ever says she,
our story is a part of history.
Life is not a paragraph says he,
Full of antidotes to cure broken hearts and memories.
With a gaze as blank and pitiless as the sun,
He bid a farewell and said he was done.
Sitting and watching the pink sunset fade,
She sat and gazed as she withered away.
There then was a bang that shot through the night,
He came back balling, breathing hard and shaking from fright.
There before him she lay lifeless and pale,
When swiftly flew by a brown nightingale.
He knew it was her, such a beautiful sight,
As it perched and sang the story of their life.