I Love You
By my grave a day when you would shed a tear
When brimming silences will ridicule you aloud with a jeer
Will you tell me three words that I longed all along to hear?
By my grave when the gentle breeze will caress you and part
When the warmth of my love will leave with it and depart
Will you tell me three words that perhaps are hidden in the dark corners of your heart?
By my grave when solitude brings you to a standstill
When it matters no more to you if seasons were warm or chill