Waiting for a come back

The parting was unbearable:
they looked on and watched each other
You lost your smile
I lost my speech
Although our eyes met 
it signified nothing:
it didn't stop you from driving into the endless thick darkness of the night
I am at the same place where you left me that night
with your faintest memory
I can't bear losing all of you
come back quickly!

Who will believe my story

Who will believe my story?
Just as some are born great
some have greatness bestowed on them
and some work to attain it,
there are others born to meet others
to prepare the way of others
and to join others for a worthy cause.
Oh roses among your daddy's daughters
tell him who quickly wants you in holy matrimony
that the prince is born
and he is ready to comb your yellow hair