Death of a Lover, Not Love

At the time of the setting sun
His body was being churned in the fire
All the pains he suffered throughout his life
Is now in search of someone new,to be their bearer.

The days that he spent dreaming
The nights he stayed awake, thinking
The fake smiles which always appeared on his face
Will now have to find someone else, to receive their grace.

The lonely streets will be even more lonely
And the darkness will again be deserted
There will be none to chat with the breeze
Till another mad lover comes into being.

Love does not perish with the death of the lover
As his each part turns to ashes, it grows deeper and wider
After his body is fully burnt to ashes
His love will take the form of an immortal warrior.