Two bodys together,

the wooden bed as a setter.


A real sweetie nearby,

 and a sweet summer night.


An elderly widow


in the meadow.


Snuggling the grass'

sad-coloured ash,

occurs to her,

how cruel

can the world be.



desperately longing

and gaiping,

thanks for the bygone;

made and done.


An endless weep of goodbye

asks still why.


Tieing together heart and

an eye,

the answer is simple;

love will never die.