Sad tears have replaced the dreams of a woman that used to fill my heart with joy and happiness under a moonlight zephyr.
Once lifted up into the fineries of freedom, my spirit remains caged within the sorrows of a broken man lost in the memory of her kisses.
How can the echo of my cries be heard when time and distance have separated us through bitter anguish and torrents of loneliness?
Fallen flowers floating upon the waters of a dying river remind me of my own tears and the fate life has bestowed upon me in exchange for sweet love.
Without her, despair has become greater than my sadness, for what I feel in this very hour is a dagger piercing my heart beneath this moonlight zephyr.
My longing for her is so intense that I can actually visualize the translucent veil hiding her own sadness as she calls out to me in the ebony darkness of the night.
So profound is the love we share that even when separated, our tears create an unbreakable union between two lovers reminiscing of sweet kisses under a moonlight zephyr.