WANING

WANING

THE SKIES ARE NOT THE LOVELY BLUE, AS USUAL,

THE WINDS SEEM TO BE GAINING AND STRAINING

MORE,

THE RAIN IS NOT SO VERY SOFT AND GENTLE,

AS YOUR LOVE FOR ME IS WANING, WANING MORE.

THE CLOUDS, NOT AS FLUFFY WHITE AS WHIPPED

CREAM,

LEAVES ON THE TREES ARE NOT AS GLORIOUSLY

GREEN.

THE FLOWERS SEEM TO BOW THEIR HEADS IN

SADNESS,

YOUR LOVE FOR ME IS WANING, HAVEN'T YOU SEEN?

THE PEOPLE DO NOT SEEM SO WONDERFULLY HAPPY,

THE CHILDREN ARE NOT AS JOYFUL AS BEFORE.

THE GRASS HAS TURNED YELLOW AND SO WILTED,

YOUR LOVE FOR ME IS WANING, WANING EVER-MORE.

THE MOON DOES NOT DANCE AND GLOW AS BRIGHTLY,

THE SUN DOES NOT SHINE AS GLORIOUSLY AS BEFORE.

THE STARS DO NOT TWINKLE AND SING NIGHTLY.

YOUR LOVE FOR ME IS WANING, WANING MORE.

THE GALAXIES DO NOT SEEM TO SPIN IN ORDER,

BUT SEEM TO WANDER AIMLESSLY AND DO NOT SOAR.

THE COMETS HAVE ALL CHANGED THEIR SET COURSES,

YOUR LOVE FOR ME IS WANING, I AM SO HEARTSORE.

YOU HAVE ALWAYS, EVER SINCE I HAVE KNOWN YOU,

TOLD ME OF THE GREAT, LASTING LOVE YOU HAVE

FOR ME.

YET, YOUR LOVE IS WANING, WANING EVER SLOWLY,

AND MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE, AS IT HAS ALWAYS

BEEN.