The Love of your life was taken away,
her bloody trails show the way,
butterfly kisses make her the break of day,
she still shines on even today,
As she left you begged her to stay,
her soul was slipping, she couldnt last another day,
it all happened too quickly the killer had to pay,
a cry for help was all that she could say
but her sould slipped away,
she couldnt find another way,
The butterfly kisses go on everyday,
Thats her love she shows it that way
*I made up another part to the poem I love so much*