She sent one line,
Never to write another time
The feeling departed
The story never started.
Why would it end now
When Spring was about to reach us.
I had thought it would not happen again
But in love that is the only real thing.
Pain, pain, and more pain to live
To bear through all that had to be.
She went far away South,
She had cut all the tying ropes.
That didn’t sever all the hopes,
Talks lasted even in the evening
Before the night could finally come.
What they didn’t know how the other felt,
One boy and a girl, we sadly lived.
Far away, and apart since,
The feeling that never died, left.