The wind whips past my face
The speed feels like I'm in a race
I know she loves me, or at least she did
The pain comes and will not fade away.
She said 'I love you' but if she did
Would she have met up with him?
Her face shines, through the dark
She calls to me not unlike a lark.
My one my only, my other half
We cannot be together
It's simply a fact of life.
She loves him and he loves her.
She's caught between two lovers.
She is stuck in an eclipse.