The Cynical Death II

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,
Sweet words,
Death comes, then the bereft-
Here they herd,

In the churchyard.
“No, thank you Vicar, yes it was hard”

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