The End.

Sweet then bitterly sour.

Close then distantly far.

She changes more than the British weather.

I am at the end of my tether.

Good then bad.

Happy then sad.

This i can't take any more.

From me my love for her she has tore.

Up then down.

A smile then a frown.

My suitcase is packed.

The night train its departing time i have checked.

She is asleep.

Out the front door i creep.

Later on to her a letter i will send.

Telling her this is the end.

The End.