Like spring showers falling down,

Touching softly on the ground,

Her tears splattered over me.

Her dying eyes–black as tea,

Now faced reality.

We loved each other in every way;

And planned to marry the end of May.

Until lust robbed me from behind;

And left the stuff for “Boo” to find,

Now-the girl has lost her mind.

Easter morning found me alone;

I gave a million reasons; but she is gone.

She took her nagging call–dear;

All the laughter in my ear-

On her way out of here.