She nailed the casket closed
For whatever he felt for her then
Died not once but once again.
So as he witness his feelings enclosed,
Waiting for it to inevitably decompose,
He knew he was one of the men,
Men who cry and capture tears with pen,
And he was another heartbreak from the right one I suppose.

A once blossoming and blooming tale,
Coated in cheery emotions,
Showed of how two people can fail,
Even if he felt a love as deep as oceans.
So when the morning comes and the sunrises,
He'll cherish every moment and look for upcoming surprises.