How can I describe my love
it is beyond my words to say.
She was first to charm
second to love
and the more I knew her
the lovelier she soon became.
She’s the apple of my eye
and with it I shall see
the fruit of our love
was never meant to be.
So I’m twice broken
from lies never spoken.
Now she is gone
but never will I fret
look there’s another
Was our love meant to be?