the snows in Buffalo
are as white
and as pure
as you seemed
that night.
and
as cold as you became
later
when I looked up at you
from my chair
that I couldn't stand up in
love changes
but not the weather
in Buffalo
here we only get reprieves
stays of execution
my love never changed
I gave you a diamond
then I took my life
both gifts of affection
one was a pledge
of everlasting love
one was a gift
loving you enough
to give you a chance
to be with him
so under the Buffalo drifts
at Resurrection Cemetery
there lies one spot
that never truly freezes
or gets cold
all the best my dear
I hope you and he are happy
with all my love,
with warmest regards
from the only constant thing
besides the snow
in Buffalo NY
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