mnisnorpie

e mun doc cau hai 

for Beatrice 
          our love broke my heart,
          and stopped yours.

for Beatrice 
          summer without you is as cold as winter.
          winter without you is even colder.

for Beatrice 
          when we were together i felt breathless.
          now you are.

for Beatrice 
          when we met my life began.
          soon afterward, yours ended.

for Beatrice 
          you will always be in my heart, 
          in my mind,
          and in your grave.

to Beatrice 
          my love flew like a butterfly 
          until death swooped down like a bat 
          as the poet Emma Montana McElroy said:
          "that's the end of that."

for Beatrice 
          i would much prefer it if you were alive and well. 

for Beatrice
          my love for you shall live forever.
          you, however, did not.

to Beatrice
          darling, dearest, dead.