A new beginning,
A new friend,
A new hope,
A new life begins.
Starting over,
Reading again,
Beautiful places,
Feeling again.
A new start,
A new book,
A new story,
A new chapter.
Tales of love have no end.
Somehow or the other,
You'll find yourself back again.
Love has scarce much to say,
When it begins to go the wrong way,
There are a few tears and few fights,
Yet things seem alright each night,
Till the day she tells him to leave
Without warning, without grief,
In a cold tone that could have cut stone,
And he felt it with his bones,
That this was the chill of a final goodbye,
And she had no more tears left to cry,
Not more and never again,
Definitely not for him.