He is an Autumn shower, he loves me.
He is a winter’s freeze, he loves me not.
I am his queen upon the throne, he loves me.
I have no home but this dungeon, he loves me not.
Words fill my heart causing it to float, he loves me.
Words fill my heart poisoning it, he loves me not.
His voice speaks so soft in my ear, he loves me.
His lies spill so easily, he loves me not.
I always knew without doubt, he loves me.
Turns out to my dismay, he loves me not.