He thought of her a melody, however it never got wrapped up
They both began to look all starry eyed at, yet it was soon reduced
She sits on his quaint little inn in his lap
He cries back at her, knowing they can't backpedal.
Hours pass by and neither one of the ones can acknowledge
That by giving up they are putting forth a valiant effort
By the day's end, comes the part which he fears
To release her without shedding a tear
Never again will he kiss her farewell
Furthermore, simply that idea influences him to begin to cry
Presently he'll complete that melody, and he'll compose it today
This is the begin and this is what it says
"You are my siren, you attracted me
With a voice like a heavenly attendant and the gentlest skin
Your eyes sparkle like precious stones and your grin make my day
I realize that nothing could shred us"
That is the thing that he composed and let me simply say
That he'd never successfully discard that
In any case, that is not how it works; this current world's severe and cruel
And after that something happened, which drew them separated
A former sweetheart showed up and that is the point at which he knew
That her affections for him were not sparkling and new
This individual left her and squashed her heart
Yet, she had cherished him since the very begin.