Dearest Poem by Allan James Saywell

My dearest
The music of sad songs are playing
The meadow of love
Is filled with tears of sad
All the angels are weeping
For our love has died
Even the willows
Are bent with sorrow
How can I overcome this pain
When i venture into the valley of love
Lie in the meadow of life
The roses are red with my ebbing blood
A coldness chills my soul
I cry out
Where be my lost love now
My voice is lost in the wind
Time stands still