Lover's Remorse

Spring is coming and soon it will be gone. I will continue to hold your necklace in my palm. I look back on my past and remember your face. Oh how sweet the emotion in that place. To speak of your tragedy is to speak of a plague. Filled with violence i cannot say. Passion and grit will get you far. But only when love is fatality barred. I wasn't strong enough to save you in your final hour. So i let your spirit give me power