My love was lost so long ago under the night of the rising moon.
Her beauty aimed across the sky, where the sun would now set soon.
Our legs were free within the air, overlooking the pounding waves.
But alas, within her soul, there stood a loss I could not save.
The clouds were painted with fuchsia, the sky changed red to blue.
The sun was turning crimson, and the day would soon be due.
The birds chirped in the distance, their wings spread oversea.
We were so happy, both of us, we were as happy as could be.
The stars stared down upon us, their shine defied the night.
The moon, a solid pearl, cast her grace on us with light.
The crickets chirped in the distance, fireflies flew past our eyes.
The true form of this world now stood uncovered by our lies.
We ran across the fields together, and laughed in the months of May.
We thought we'd be together until we reached the end of our days.
But my day had come to early, and her heart was tossed away.
She walked along a path of dirt in the midst of a rainy day.
I walked along beside her, but her eyes stared from mine away.
She walked along the fields in May, the clouds faded to gray.
I walked along beside her, but her eyes stared from mine away.
My love was lost so long ago under the night of the rising moon.
Her beauty aimed across the sky, where the sun would now set soon.
Her legs were free within the air, overlooking the pounding waves.
She jumped from above, closing her eyes, her life I could not save.
Before the last few seconds, her eyes opened one final time.
And finally, her vibrant eyes, had met upon my own of lime.
She worked a smile, then came a tear, her life no longer borrowed.
But I could see her spirit not, and my heart overcame with sorrow.