Why did our heaven disappear so soon
And our love song go so quickly out of tune?
Why has the green of springtime turned to brown
And our perfect world turned upside down?
How did we lose the magic we used to share
And forget how tenderly we used to care?
Where are the days of roses and wine,
Those special times which were yours and mine?
All our dreams have gone up in smoke
And our love seems nothing more than a joke.
© 1989 TDR