Eternal Conflictions of Love

My oh my, like the wind she blows,
Taking with her an everlasting soul.
He thirsts for love, the torment of Tantalus,
All alone, there is no chance for us.

My oh my, like a tree she'll grow,
Strong and wise, but she'll never know.
That she's the reason he's alive,
And she'll be the reason when he dies.

My oh my, can't she see,
Everything that they could be?
He'd fight her fight,
At day and night.

My oh my, at last she can see,
Exactly what she means to he,
Sadly though, she is to late,
For all his love, it is now hate.