It begins with anguish that doesn't end,
it's as if a stopped the air and the reason of life

Loneliness again occupies its rightful place,
its our companion in silence and our sensitivity cries

Suddenly the motives cease and we lack of motivations,
the mirror of sadness turn the heart into glasses

It leaves us one conviction of trial of guilt,
prisoner of pain and endless sentence

Love is conjugate as a an irregular verb,
minus first or second person of plural,only as a verb of a sad history

Creates a dilemma that multiplies suffering,
a sum were one plus one doesn't solve the problem and leave peace without results

It finish the memories that once were beautiful,
with colored chapters and in the end a burial color

It hurts the existence of the simple wish to have that person presence,
a tear hurts,life hurts and all that remember her hurts

When love is over everything returns,
returns the reality of feeling that we are nothing without love

The minutes become eternal to reach the hours,
and the hands of the clock to the seconds pretend to ignore

When a love is over!

© William2518