Un Amour Mort

Roses will die
Smiles will fade
Graves are dug
In them, bodies are laid

All things die
But not all dead things live
They leave to soon
Without time to forgive

But when things are dead
That's how they stay
It can be love, a heart
But, it will always stay that way

So take my hand
As our dead love is born
For at this wake
There is no need to mourn