In the grey months of winter, when depression was in the air,
He suddenly found love.
He loved her long, black hair,
To him, she was an angel from above.
He loved her with all his heart,
He swore to keep her like a queen.
He thought they would never drift apart,
But her betrayal he had never foreseen.
She told him that she had found a better man.
That she had never loved him to begin with.
That was when he realized she was never an angel from above.
He had merely loved the idea of being in love.