Deep down, this old heart sings a love-lost song,

A dirge, slow sung, how did our love go wrong,

Gently tuned, with a melancholic verse,

Strange how sensualness, falls back accursed.

 

First verse is about how two lovebirds met,

Umbrella shared, not willing to get wet,

Laughing as they watched others in the rain,

Strange how that first spark, ignited a flame.

 

Second verse, about their first proper date,

Table pre-booked early. She turned up late,

Nothing much eaten, they chatted all night,

Strange how conversing, affects appetite.

 

Third verse, passion, intimately captured,

Holding each other close, both enraptured,

Sitting pretty, satisfied, contented,

Strange how their once lives, are unlamented.

 

Forth verse considers their relationship,

Signed members of a twofold fellowship,

Both happy to be alone, together,

Strange how becoming one, is a pleasure.

 

Fifth, the friends and family approval,

Their acceptance though was never crucial,

Loving love's love, forever and a day,

Strange how 'love conquers', is such a cliché.

 

Doubt and uncertainty, distrust creeps in,

Work weekends away, solo partying,

Verse six holds the key to the final act,

Strange how assumptions, contain little fact.

 

Finally the meltdown in verse seven,

To fiery hell, from their seventh heaven,

No bypassing this self-made disaster,

Strange how love is such, a hard taskmaster.

 

Deep down, this old heart sings a love-lost song,

A dirge, slow sung, how did our love go wrong,

Gently tuned, with a melancholic verse,

Strange how love's bubble, is easily burst.