Lord Byron Said...

"Fare thee well, and if for ever,
Till for ever, fare thee well."

Ripples spread across the water — a stone thrown in the pond.
Memory is just the same: years pass, but rings respond.
May is in bloom, the distant sky grows dark with flocks of birds...
Remember often this great sky, this forest without words.

Within her eyes the world was blue, and like a wondrous dream,
I only wished to bathe my soul within that azure stream.
To turn a fleeting moment to a century sublime.

You cannot count the ocean's drops, nor minutes on the dial,
And miracles are just a lie without a waiting smile.
You wished to find the land of love, to reach its mountain top...
Don't try to take it all at once — collect it drop by drop.


Ripples spread across the water — a stone thrown in the pond.
I loved you once. So many years, but still the rings respond.
So let it be. A new May comes, the forest casts its spell...
Farewell! And if for ever, then for ever fare thee well.