Alone we talk in a quiet room,
Two souls as one as hearts soon to woe.
Tales of pasts, futures, and where we want to go,
Hidden secrets that no one knows.
A life together seems too simple now,
Trying so hard to settled it down,
When somethings aren't meant to be stopped.
Hearts pass on as the temperatures drop.
The conversations stop, as she goes away.
Never to been seen or heard from again.
Time slips on by, but still her I lye,
Waiting for her to come once back in to my arms,
and regain my love.