your love was once a rose in bloom
it's petals soft, it's perfume sweet
but now it's but a wilted tomb

your love was a fire that burned so bright
a flame that lit up all night
but now it's but a dying light

your love was like a bird in flight
soaring high, with wings outspread
but now it's but a broken kite

your love was a river rushing on
it's waters cool, it's current strong
but now it's but a stagnant pool

your love was like a work of art
a canvas painted bright and bold
but now it's but a fading black

now.
it is but a whisper lost without a sound
a dream that's shattered, fallen dead
a lifeless pool, a mournful song

a story that can't be retold.