Love Is Dying
It's over, our love is dying,
It won't make it through the night;
The willows are weeping in anguish,
While the stars cry their tears of light
A rose bows its head in sorrow,
Exhaling its last perfumed breath;
A love that once burned so brightly -
Suffering this untimely death!
Tonight all the doves are mourning
And asking 'How can this be? '
Waves patiently wait at the shoreline
To carry the remains out to sea
Dismal is the mood in heaven,
We've made the angels cry;
May God in his mercy intervene
And not let this precious love die!
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