You told me you loved me,
You swore it to be true,
But just as Tristan lost Isolde,
I lost you.

My memories are fading,
It has all been such a blur,
Love and happiness in abundance,
And gone within a year.

Love is fickle,
As changing as the tides,
Lust is more honest,
But never wise.

For all my effort,
And all my will,
Love was never mine,
But always yours to ****.

I won't believe those words again,
Nor the racing of my heart,
And just like Romeo and Juliet,
My world will fall apart.