The bakers daughter

Our Interwined hearts (my awful poem)

I love you
I said on that faithful night
When our hearts intertwined
You were an angel in my eyes
Your hair was as dark as midnight
When we met you looked in my eyes
All I could do was sigh
As I listened to your voice
It sounded like harmony in my mind
And when you kissed me I melted in your arms
Which could create no harm
And now I look onto the white polished stone
Which now seems like my home
Why did you have to die
I cry