Love Kills Poem by Henrik Haugstrup

Walking down the road
Coming to my mind is a boat
Everyone seems so happy
But it is all so flappy

Buying flowers of a man
Besides me passes a van
They all smile
But inside they are so vile

Picturing the past as I look around
Hearing all these mysteries sounds
Everyone giggles and grins
Sometimes able to forget my sins

The last remains of the flower
Will now be the final hour
One more hit with the hammer
Will now end the city's jammer

Beauty as a bird can sing
Pretty like a Diamond ring.
As she lays down dying
Goes on the self-denying.