While looking in a box of mine

I found an old surprise

A book of memories

One I put aside

Open it up to see them

Look at those lines on his face,

He went without knowing.

She the strenght in her hands?

Shes one who suffered.

The lights shines in her blonde hair,

Forty-Five wasn't old at all.

Her smile, His eyes,

His gentle looks, Her sweet face.

Stop at the last one

Held back my tears

Look at that lovely girl,

Why did she end it then?