The End of the Lovers.

People grow old, They say goodbye. But still their desires stay bold, And we don't why. True is their love, Engraved in stone. Pure as a dove, Drenched to the bone. As kingdoms rise, The lovers fall. But time goes clockwise, Through it all. As everything met it's demise, Their memories decayed. As the lovers said their goodbyes, And all hope began to fade.