My lover didn't speak to me today

The world turned light to grey

Dark skies overshadowed my light heart.

Where do lovers go to fight?

If not in the wild?

Where the green fields wept

And the birds sing in agony.

Love so fickle

So finite

So powerful

In it's love.

Where mere words not spoken by my lover

Cause such infinite pain

Dear God!

Maybe it is the green fields is where we should go.

For love is so fickle

So finite

So powerful

In it's love.