Beside His Love's Grave (Modified Rubiayat) Poem by Chris Embrick

Her grave neglected, overgrown
high on the hilltop all alone
one Cherub with a broken wing
now watches o'er her resting bones

Love buried deep a hundred years
the epitaph brought stinging tears
words of sadness etched in stone
to my own grief brought sorrow near

His words of love left me weeping
"Rest on my love, gently sleeping
My dearest love, oh how death stings!
Your love God's now, safely keeping"

Death's common bond, new sorrow brings
by his love's grave my heart now clings
His words to her much like my own
My dearest love, oh how death stings!