I could not go down
this path again---no more
could I give.  "Tis true
love is sore.

Tender words are alien
I would but tell another lie
this is the winter of love
we should let the past go by.

The heart is its own deception
but that it would coyly deny
vows made in throes of passion
are easily broken and soon they die.

Let me walk away in silence
none of us should have reason to cry
though there might not be healing
ourselves we'd save in this goodbye.