Broken hearts in pieces on the floor
Then came the slamming of the door.
He didn't even say goodbye.
She felt the emptiness and started to cry.

It's a modern story often told.
Love's burning embers had grown cold.
The fruit of love withered and died.
He put his head in his hands and cried.

Once together they were now alone.
The once proud house was not a home.
The hearts once entwined grew apart.
Neither wanted to look for a brand new start.

He found new love - it wasn't easy.
Then she sent the Decree Nisi.
It was a matter of due course.
The happy marriage ended in divorce.

The world turned in its usual way.
The sun dawned on a brand new day.
the air smelled sweet with fresh clover.
But two lovers cried it's over, it's over.