Walking along the ancient path
my moods began to flutter
I turned to read the epitaph
among the stones, a clutter

The epitaph read pertinent
a name I heard a few
confused I utter without intent
this name I know, I knew

And it was then I realized
not only I was walking
among the stones stood hypnotized
ghostly figures that came flocking

But how I gleamed, when my love came to me
Until I saw cradled in his hand
white roses limp with misery
Oh, such sorrow I couldn’t withstand!