My Love

Every year I come to the cemetery
Our journals of love, I do carry
Three years have past so quickly since my lover's death
With her own, she took my breath
Shadows around me move on their own,
I see a face made of sacred stone
My darling angel where are you now?
To live this life, I do not know how
Staring at me is the jilted moon,
Who never had her over which to swoon
Six centuries shared has turned in six feet
The wholeness onces felt has become incomplete
I hang my head to weep at our separation
To fully experience what is now desperation
As I hang my head, I do not know why
But I feel eyes staring at me as I cry
When will the season of winter pass from my heart
And I know, it is when we are no longer apart

_*~DantexStone