as clouds covered the skies, and fog blind the eyes
The mist of love that flows in the air, Is felt in the heart if truly cares
And though only a fleeting chance, Still it was a great and fine romance,
Our love is fragile like the wind that blows, Streams of tenderness on the river that flows
As quiet connection still whispering softly, Across the fields and near the trees
They fight against this sudden end, as doubts emerge what cannot be mend.
And beneath time they lost, the repentance to this heart that they adore, An aching reality that ... our love is forever more.
