What Else Can I Say

I don't have complaints with you, I've got what was in my fate; A loving heart you broke in two, you did what you appreciate. I poured out my feelings to you, we’d an exchange of heart; Despite we’re passionate and true, you ever chose for us to part. What else can I say, my love — I know this language well, Was it the words of love I spoke, or was it that I didn't tell? For if that's the very way I failed, you chose to leave that day — I'm sorry, my love! I’ve bewailed, For you, what else can I say?