The wind blows around
Their bodies like a whisper
Caressing their hearts
She reaches her hand
To touch him would be enough
The trees seem to shift
He aches to feel her
Deep in his heart he knows
That they cannot be
The moon seems to weep
She can hear their hearts breaking
Sadness overcomes
They melt together
Embracing for the last time
The wind does not sooth
They do not tarry
They know the sun will rise soon
It knows no pity
They part in grief
Tears run like streams down their eyes
The pain is too great
They dare not speak now
They will both crumble like sand
If they voice their woe
Their hearts seem to burn
Like a fire that consumes
Only anguish thrives
The forest suffers
It cannot bear to watch them
The weary lovers