Darling, dearest, dead.
My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not I would much prefer it if you were alive and well
My love flew like a butterfly
Until death swooped down like a bat
As the poet Emma Montana McEIroy said:
"That's the end of that"
You will always be in my heart, in my mind
And in vour grave.
When we met my life began
Soon afterward, yours ended.
When we were together I felt breathless
Now you are.
Summer without you
Is as cold as winter.
Winter without you is even colder.
Our love broke my hear
And stopped yours.
When we first met you were pretty and I was lonely,.
Now I am pretty lonely.
