The night fell with cold upon my face,
And I was alone to warm this place.
I tried to phone but she said it’s over
But I was alone to take this over.
The day we met we became friends,
And our friendship became love.
It’s hard yet to think that our
Love was tight and sometimes it
The days we shared were all nice,
But I never thought were the last.
My love for her is not over even
Though she said it was over.
I thought death will do us part
But sometimes things don’t always
Go as we want. The memories we
Shared will remain with us, unless
We decide to share them with others.