The graveyard that she visits
His tombstone, she worships
At his grave, she leaves flowers
So close they are still lovers
Death never was a reason to part
His love was still in her heart
How pure the roses so white
She stays there till late in the night
One day he was here, the next not
Like a breeze so cold, on a day so hot
Tears fell but the pain hurt not
Love bloomed from her loss
The days seemed so grey at first
Now no more for pain a thirst
His memory helps her to live
She gives all she can to him
Around his stone not a single weed
The grass well kept, so fresh and green
The flowers are those he loved the most
She felt the presence of his ghost
On a sunny day
She knows he sings with the birds
The soft wind he is
On a dark damp night
He is the streetlight
On a lonely road
He is the first flower that blooms
When winter leaves
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