Every night he came to visit me,
he brought me flowers,
chocolates,
love.
We would stay close,
all night,
we would part at dawn,
it was always a sad occasion.
My heart would be broken,
heavy and sad inside,
cold,
still.
When he would come back to me,
my heart would come alive.
He stays away now,
leaving my heart lonely and frozen.
Like a fool I wait in the same place,
for him to come back.
Somewhere in my heart I know he won't return,
I can't keep from hoping.
I suppose he's with another,
maybe they part as we did,
her heart must feel heavy and sad as mine did,
maybe this dawn will be the last she sees of him.