Tonight I write the saddest lines.

The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky

She loved me sometimes, and I loned her too

How could one not have loved her great still eyes.