The End.

It wasn't meant to be,
it's a story done and finished.

An epic story of loves worn dream,
has faded and diminished.

A sweet story of happiness,
was but a bitter ending.

For I recal the chapter closing,
my heart dying and spending.

It got it's start quite typically,
a once upon a dream.

Page after page was scribed,
words compiled on ream after ream.

A simple tale of love,
fed by unbridled passion.

Had run its course long ago,
discarded when out of fashion.

The book is now forgotten,
shrouded all in frost.

An epic story of loves worn dream,
best forgotten and then lost.