His eyes are burning
Tangled in red
His stomach is churning
The romance is dead

And with a strangled cry
He stumbles blindly
Into his silver plated memory
His last glance, his last glance
Blurry beneath his wobbling tears
A refection
A photo to remember
A painful and hurt December

He clenches her waist tighter
As if he wishes to fly
His eyes glossy and rippling
Clasping to a relationship, doomed to die
He falls as if into a coffin
To his broken knees
And begs for a release
Away from this life, from pain and strife
To a sleep of frozen grief

She pushes away like a stabbing knife
He falls onto the floor
Lying on his star pierced bed
This love a closed door
Her ashen rose falls
As she collapses to tears
It’s the end, for sure
The end, our love
No more

His eyes are burning
Tangled in red
His stomach is churning
The romance is dead