The Tragedies of Love

The joy I felt on our very first date
Spreads to you, since we know our fate.
Seeing the future, all dressed in white,
I treasure our time on this warm summer's night.
I smile to myself and touch my lips.
Oh, how I loved our very first kiss...

We meet at the church and the steeple looks down.
The dark clouds gather, but don't make a sound.
My stomach in knots as I dive through the crowd.
This can't be happening! Please, not now!
I sob as I watch them carry him on.
My friend, my lover, my everything - gone...

I think of the things I would like to undo,
Quietly wondering if there is room for two.
I mimic the heavens as they start to cry.
The black umbrellas all pass me by.
Tears fall down as I touch my lips.
Oh, how I loved our very last kiss...