The fairest love of all, is the love
That can't exist,
From the beginning it was doomed,
Our fate sealed the day we kissed.
We made the foolish vow to say
Never would be part,
But now the truth is clear, we were
Finished from the start.
What hope can winter bring, to the
Flower born anew?
Deprived of the loving sun, as I am
Deprive if you.
I do not count the day's, but the
Minutes upon the hour,
Hoping the day may come, when I
Receive your loving power.
O this weary dream, that you and I
Might thrive,
But the future is looking bleak, and
We may not yet survive.
So do not speak of love, such thoughts
Bring only pain,
Bif farewell to the loving sun, and welcome
Your lover's rain
