Many was the amount of times you'd kiss me,

Isn't it, darling?

The skies would open up their clouds,

For light to shine our hearts…

My home was in your arms,

We weren't lonely, never apart.


Your breath blew away my worries,

And my eyes would have you smile,

The roses we planted grew big,

I thought everything was worthwhile.


Now reality spits in my face,

What did I do for you to do this?

Those roses… look… their wilted now,

Was I not the one to give you bliss?


Numerous is the amount of times you hurt me,

Isn't it, darling?

Now the skies will frown and cry upon us,

For tears to dampen our hearts…

And home is my new sorrow,

I feel alone and broken apart.