When you cry it begins to rain,

even nature doth feel your pain.

for you have lost your lover and mate,

oh what a sad and unfortunate fate.

as you pass by the flowers mourn,

their petals hide, their happiness torn.

for your heart is broken and confused is your mind,

and you don’t believe they will heal in soon time.

as you ponder on what was and what will be, a fire of depression burns inside,

upon which all your feelings you hide.

though unto you loneliness your lover left,

do not rush to meet your lover in death.

but persistent are you, you could not wait,

now you share your lovers fate.