When birds cease to fly
When eyes cease  to cry
When butts cease to sit
When hearts cease to beat
when the nimbus cease to rain
When wounds cease to pain
When hinges cease to swing
When bees cease to sting
When snow cease to chill
When scars start to heal
When  romantics cease to fall
When humans lose the soul
When flowers cease to bloom
When Sadness brings no gloom
When brides have no groom
When the economy ceases to boom
When drums cease to sound, and the globe, round
When another passion's found
And your beauty's ceased to astound
I'll find another, trust me I'll do
and totally forget about you
thoughts about you do haunt
For you have my heart but someday soon you won't