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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The sun is setting As she prepares her for evening After dusk dinner with her lover in gardens over there Basket of love all wrapped with love and flair She sets down the cutlery Pours two glasses of red wine A dozen roses she places on the tombstone Candles flicker surrounding the grave She clinks glasses, too you my love I smile meekly, taking a sip She whispers how she misses me so She gently caresses me and sings our song The moon is out, so full and bright We dance entwined, both past and present held tight She seductively sways, in the candle lit night A lone tears appears upon her cheek I am silent, intimately studying her face of sadness She knows I love her, even from below The wind and the sky both tell her so Her tear stained scarf falls right where I lie I smell her perfume, her passions my soul keeps The night becomes chilly, for our tears so weep She lays down beside me, holding me in stone She whispers you shall never be alone Before sunrise, up she is her basket packed to go She places one black rose upon me as the clouds part way She returns to her reality and me to my grave Turning round she speaks these words You can never leave me You can never go You are always beside my heart For I love you so In the morning sun The grave keeper is mending and pruning things just right As he walks over me, I am startled a wee bit with fright You see I had a dream just this last of nights That a lover came to whisper devotions and hold me tight There was no woman, no lover, no visitor to my enclave For even the dead and soulless, have dreams from underneath My hell on earth is to be buried right here in earthy toils Knowing no lover will place a flower at the foot of my grave The wind blows Leaves twirling up in the sky The wind blows A black rose falls upon my grave
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