Died For Love Poem by Deidra Rowe

I sit in a park
where I dwell
for this boy
I love so well.

He took my heart
away from me,
now he wants
to set me free.

I see a girl
on his lap.
He says things he
never said to me.

I ran home
to cry in bed,
not a word to
mother was said.

Father came home
late that night,
he looked for me
from left to right,
he saw me hanging
from a rope.

He took his knife
to cut me down
and on my clothes
a note was found.

Dig my grave,
dig it deep,
dig my grave,
from head to feet.

And on the top
put a dove.
And remember this
I died for love!