every year i come to the cemetery
our journals of love, i do carry
years have passed since my lover's deasth
with his own, he took my breath
shadows around me move on their ow
I see a face of sacred stone
My darling angel, where are you now?
to live this life, i do not know how
staring at me is the jilted moon
who never had him over which to swoon
six centuries shared has turned to six feet
the wholeness once felt has become incomplete
i hang my head to weep at our seperation
to fully experience what is now desperation
as i hang my head i do not know why
but i feel eyes staring at me as i cry
hen will the season of winter pass from my heart
and i know it is when we are no longer apart.