Love Is Dying

It's over, our love is dying, It won't make it through the night; The willows are weeping in anguish, While the stars cry their tears of light A rose bows its head in sorrow, Exhaling its last perfumed breath; A love that once burned so brightly - Suffering this untimely death! Tonight all the doves are mourning And asking 'How can this be? ' Waves patiently wait at the shoreline To carry the remains out to sea Dismal is the mood in heaven, We've made the angels cry; May God in his mercy intervene And not let this precious love die!