Obvious love, so pure, so humane,
At such a morbid time!
To amorous for one to feign,
I think that I might be just fine.
I think I will go on,
Another 20-30 years,
Tragedy aside life is uncertain,
It would not do to drown it in tears.
“A great tragedy,” the voice sung out
“She will be remembered fondly”.
I cannot endure the heartache, dragging out,
But, the sweet body must not be laid wrongly.
Immortalised through an epitaph,
Death comes, then the bereft-
Here they herd,
In the churchyard.
“No, thank you Vicar, yes it was hard”