Everything disintegrates,
what once lived, now dies;
death of things most beautiful,
ends in silent sighs.

Fading into nothingness,
where consciousness is dead;
the union of a hundred years,
is broken like a thread.

Buildings fall apart,
walls come tumbling down;
in the forest, tress expire,
with only nature's sound.

Highways need repair to live,
or they'll develop mars;
out in space the planets whirl,
amongst the dying stars.

Everything disintegrates,
too soon, our love, will die;
but never from neglect my love,
or the fact we did not try.