• Nobody told me you would leave.
    The cold wind stinging my skin gave me a hint.
    When the chilly ice of winter came,
    I knew it was over.
    The wilted black rose petals began to fall,
    But I knew there was still hope left.
    I ran to the shore to see if you had gone yet,
    But there was no sign.
    The sea was bare.
    As a single tear slipped down my cold face,
    I left, knowing I would never see you again.