Undying Love

The gray moon shot up quick that October night
Then hovered nervously, as if in fright
To see my true love’s corpse to be quite unsightly
I have dreams of her screams pounding in my head nightly

Her hair framed a face that wasn’t quite dead
As the worms and the beetles crawled over her head
She showed some emotion, bur remained quite still
Yes, hers was a figure that I could never kill

But that night she told me a terrible tale
About how her love for me started to fail
How she would be leaving for another man
And thereby destroying all of my life’s plans

I decided to take her for one final walk
Where we always would go when we needed to talk
And in our discussion I made it quite clear
Her professions of love were mine only to hear

She listened politely and finally laid down
Now her body sleeps peacefully there on the ground
I visit her often and lay down a flower
Oh, how I am moved by undying love’s power