from ages to ages the poets and sages
of love glorious love always sing
but ask any lover and you'll soon discover
the heartaches that romance can bring
when you're alone
who cares for starlit skies
when you're alone
the magic moonlight dies
at break of dawn
there is no sunrise
when your lover has gone
what lonely hours
the evening shadows bring
what lonely hours
with memories lingering
like faded flowers
life can't mean anything
when your lover has gone