Death has acquired a place here,
the roses have all turned to dirt...

What summer's day has passed?
Yet well too soon...

'Tween silver moons, an essence lays
to mend each broken heart...

How do I love with kind heart for thee alone?
To live a life where I meet thy presence not...

I see the joy that life brings to drown this...
a mere memory that breaks the heartaches that...

I...