Two bodys together,

the wooden bed as a setter.

 

A real sweetie nearby,

 and a sweet summer night.

 

An elderly widow

reminisces

in the meadow.

 

Snuggling the grass'

sad-coloured ash,

occurs to her,

how cruel

can the world be.

 

Shaking,

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.