Buried Love

 I have come to bury Love
 Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
 Where none can see.


I shall put no flowers at his head,
 Nor stone at his feet,
For the mouth I loved so much
 Was bittersweet.


I shall go no more to his grave,
 For the woods are cold.

I shall gather as much of joy
 As my hands can hold.


I shall stay all day in the sun
 Where the wide winds blow, --
But oh, I shall cry at night
 When none will know.

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