Of Kendra Jean, a love grown cold.
Once upon a time, a love did bloom,
A vibrant passion, like a rose in bloom.
Her eyes, like stars, so bright and clear,
A radiant smile, to all endear.
Hearts intertwined, souls entwined,
A love so rare, so hard to find.
But fate's cruel hand, it intervened,
But fate's cruel hand, it intervened,
And like a tempest, love was weaned.
Through the winding paths of life's cruel dance,
They lost their grip, love slipped through hands.
A whisper lost in the winds of change,
A whisper lost in the winds of change,
Their love diminished, estranged, and strange.
The echoes of laughter, tender embrace,
Now distant memories, forever misplaced.
Oh, Kendra Jean, her heartache profound,
Oh, Kendra Jean, her heartache profound,
Lost in the depths of love's battleground.
Her tear-stained eyes, they search in vain,
For a love that will never be the same.
Yet hope lingers on, a flickering flame,
Yet hope lingers on, a flickering flame,
In the chambers of her heart's domain.
For love, like seasons, can rise anew,
With hope's gentle touch, dreams may come true.
So, Kendra Jean, let not despair reside,
So, Kendra Jean, let not despair reside,
For love's mystery, it cannot hide.
Embrace the journey, with open arms,
And let love's melody rekindle charms.
Though lost love stings, it also teaches,
Though lost love stings, it also teaches,
To find the light in life's darkest reaches.
And in the depths of love's eternal stream,
Kendra Jean, may you find love's sweet gleam.